A pair of feet and hands

Gases of clouds ghosted the moon. Black tars walk beneath my feet. Dark houses lulled itself into sleep. The mechanical watch hides itself from the reality. No more ticks, just a decayed stretch of abandoned roads.
Ruffling papers were dragged by the forces of time. I see the light that has so far seen me. Each quiet word I utter echoes through the silence. Each breath is smelled by the mankind, in its sleep.
A lonely piece of dust. Thats what I am. A dust that settles in everything it finds comfortable, till someone shrugs it off. To fly again in search of better settlement. Never cleansed, never noticed, never free. Perfumed by the forces of nature, it has been lost in the passage of time. But still remains a dust, invisibly. The light stares at me with responsibility of a CFL that lends vision to a student. A student of life. El Eye Ef EE. Four letters for the people in Oxford. Struggle, for a family man. Blunder, for the youth. Regret, for the old. For the ceased, a disease.
The reign of the ragged light have been reinstated. A circle that stands far away. Yet in my palms.Time has distanced it from me, scattering matter across infinity.
The division bell has struck my nerves. Thoughts that had conquered me long back, ceases to let me breathe easily. Steps taken forward start walking back again, dragged again by the force of time. A long abandoned road that has already felt my feet beholds me again. I have no option but to tread it again.