My sweet one, my loved one, you, who?
I bit an apple. Ate it all.
On the go.
I felt how fresh and sweet it was.
I moved on.
The rain was strong yesterday.
It poured heavily on the tin roof.
It felt as if the sky was falling on our heads.
Headlights in the rain, pools of water, a thick soaked blanket enrobed the city.
Everything was wet.
And the throngs.
Waves after waves of people. Shoes and shoulders. Faces hiding underneath umbrella domes.
A fierce silent war for space and movement had taken hold of a myriad of bodies.
Shocks, slides, sudden avoidances, instants that seem to last forever.
I drank a glass of warm green tea.
It felt energising and soothing at the same time.
The room was filled with soaked coats. It smelled of moisture and lost dreams,
It was 4.18 pm.
The dreamers shoulders collapsed under the weight of their own life.
The tea filled my body completely.
I felt as if, in spite of the damp, I could do anything,