So many people in this city.
I try staying away from big crowds as much as possible whenever I go out for a stroll.
The cosmopolitaness of this city tangles me in, inevitably.
There’s people everywhere, gathering like trembling flocks of sheep. Buzzing with chatter like swarms of bees. And it’s incessant, it never stops ringing inside my ears.
To escape from this anxiety, I strain my hearing hard in search of good street music. It brings me good feelings of warmth and familiarity, creating a personal bubble of coziness.
The city starts to seem less terrible, I cease to mind the clouds of pollution, the loudness, the late buses. I’m far away, enveloped in a fresh breeze, opening nicer doors in my mind.
I’ve become small and welcome, a body under the shade of the looming buildings. The sky is so tall, I don’t think I see it anymore.
It’s the hidden beauty that’s distracting me from the ugliness. I’m trying to find something that’ll speak to me.
