The City & the Mind.

a short story about a girl who is strolling through the city with the conflict of her mind.

My Chuck Taylors clashed with the cemented flooring below. Each step releasing a grumbling echo that floated out and bounced off the city's many structures. It was an empty and hollow sound, almost reminding me of how dangerous a city could be; yet - yet - the thought came with a smile - it was also the most beautiful because of it's void. The city is such a ragged and yet gorgeous place. It can either possess walls of graffiti, containing nightmares behind it, or hold onto twinkling lights, some even hopes; others dreams. Although, they all have their secrets. All of them whisper things, and even now as I walk the lengthy sidewalks and drink in the chilly, night air, they refuse to make it clear. The whispers are desperate to explain but at the same time frightened of the reaction, so it comes out too quiet to be audible.

Now, dear reader, you may be wondering why a girl, like myself, would be wondering a city at this time of night. The answer is quite simple actually. It's all within the introduction. Did you catch it? Ah, of course. I'm getting ahead of myself. Aren't I? My apologies. Well in this case I guess I'll just have to tell you: I enjoy the silence. The very ability to be able to observe such wonders at the dead of night. The time where everything is at rest. Most people are probably off in a world of their own, one that slumbers inside of their minds. Hmm, the mind can be such a peaceful place, yes? And yet not. Beware of that, new friend. I guess that brings me back to walking the sidewalks alone and the reasoning behind it: I like to get lost in my mind; not too far of course. There are some things that should not be recalled back and given the chance to be entertained. There are things that get lost for a reason, and sometimes, they are best kept that way. 

Oh yes, more of a description of myself. I have earphones with the white cord draping from my ears - but you wouldn't be able to see them through my thick black hair - and are connected to my iPhone. There's music seeping through them, pouring the rhythm of Bastille's new album Bad Blood into my ears. It's quite relaxing and there's something about it that keeps me thinking, but to a point where I don't get lost to the point of returning with a harsh downpour of sobs. So instead, I adventure through this concrete jungle with my mind's works turning ever so lightly to the beat of each song in turn.

Author's Note

i've been experiencing a writers block for quite some time so please forgive me if it's rather sketchy. i'm still trying to get into the swing of things.
also, yAY. finally i posted something on here. uwu
i tried a james patterson style of writing this, with the character acknowledging your presence as a reader. i enjoyed writing in that format but i'm not sure if that would be a consist style i would keep to doing or not.
so yep. as you can probably tell this was inspired by bastille's new album bad blood.
i think that's it.
i hope you enjoy~

also *waves* hello i'm new here.