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