The city never sleeps it seems.
Vehicles raged unceasingly as if they owned the streets day in and day out; I am not used to their noise anymore, having stayed in the province for quite some time now. The city knew me better, though, its rebelling symphony mirroring my thoughts during the last couple of days.
Every little corner was filled with people and yet it felt like I was all by myself; sometimes I prefer it that way, to be surrounded by people I don’t know, especially when I want to hide and run away from it all. Strangers let me be, while familiar faces may ask too many questions; I am afraid I might not know all the answers… that I might not be able to give them the answers they would like to hear.
I lay in bed that night listening to the chaos that seemed to come from afar. But when I closed my eyes the maddening turmoil from within sprang forth in the dark.
Originally posted at http://www.teckler.com/en/Irenewrites/Escape-191800