His fate was on the other side of the corridor. #fiction #microstory #vignette
Cityscapes are overrated, at times.
Through my window I see it all, The way the city moves into midnight, Car's and taxi's and buses, Pacing towards their destination. Through my window I see, Street lights blinking into the grim sky, Apartments lit grid by grid, This cement jungle doesn't seem to sleep. Through my window, Somewhere above I hear a... Continue Reading →
A second back into past A decade older It's weary and murky in here Maybe am starting to see things again... On repeat. The chaos in my head Loud and white noise Vacuuming back and forth Until I hear that shrill again Of silence I never had. Maybe you're seeing things too... Coz I'm so... Continue Reading →