below is not written by me, but by someone pretty special. when i read this i felt watched and exposed, as it described the exact thoughts and feelings that i experience day to day and yet not shared with anyone. curious eh? nice job N!


"He turns without hesitation at each intersection. Although unsure of his destination, he hastens with hands in each pocket. One clutches a plastic card, while the nails of the other scratches each coin in turn. His gaze is focused on the concrete slabs as they scurry in the opposite direction. This carpet of grey he finds comforting and there is something soothing about their imperfections. They lay calmly, suffering the abuse of daily life; occasionally buckling under the realities of an imperfect world.
His shoes beat down on the sidewalk like a drummer keeping rhythm for marching soldiers. He likes the feel of the concrete and the sound it makes under his feet. He stomps harder to hear it over the banter of his body. His heart thumps as it flogs the thin chest walls in an attempt to escape. But it is helpless, and soon his erratic breaths synchronise with the clamour of his heart.
With hands out of his pockets, his pace quickens to a near run. The superficial cracks start blurring into each other; each one less distinct than the one before. The spots of gum, now too numerous to keep track of, are mere splotches on the grey. Each leg strides a little further. Each foot lands just a bit harder. Before, the wind caressed his hair, and rocked it gently from side to side, now it torments and violently throws it from one side to another. His open jacket flings against his chest, clutching tightly amid attempts to pry it loose by another treacherous wind.
He squints his eyes in an attempt to keep out the city lights. The tears glisten and huddle for warmth. His gaze shifts to the lonely side street that lingers next to the taxi laden main one."