The heart of the city beats tediously, stale and stagnant, under heavy grey skies she sleeps.
Monotony. A constant thumping sound coming from roadwork, the rhythmic honking of cars in the background, bustling people… noise clouds my mind.
Slow nonchalant walking, a soulless continuous forward movement.
Scents of smoke from nearby bars stifle me.
The cobbled streets look dull and static under the crescent moon tonight.
The city slumbers like a hibernating bear waiting for spring… and I…
I move onwards, straining not to look back,
following an invisible rope through a maze of people, trying to find a reflection of you.
20/01/2016
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