A step after step the the uncomfortable step pricks the mind and the feet all in good faith for a classy look.
I shift in my step ever so slightly, a gentle twist here a small tug on my worn grey suit to hide the unfamiliarity to the world of "chic". Even with all the effort to fit in the musk and the smoke with the occasional noise of the busking station drowns as just a white noise, I'm certain I don't fit in.
For years in the industry of myself to finally bend down to work for the man, the suit says dir all. I see a reflection, a walking mirror closer and closer. I can't seem to look away, the striped tie looks so plump and vibrant, the walk looks so comfortable and the confidence just oozes. A mirror image of my expectations but to him I believe he sees the reality, a stark contrast from the sharp dress, wide smile and the, I should look away.
There goes a girl. And another.
The mind seems to run when found cornered. I understand this thought yet a solution seems so far away. Panic and desperation though are some ugly looks the cloths on my back and the beard on my face can't seem to fool the head from being true to itself.
The walk seems forever and it has been a while since felt the chill of anticipation or fear. The old man in the corner twitch and mumble, much like my fingers. Through all the crowd no matter the men of the same, i seem to share my feather with the drunk man in the corner. Annoying as it may be it's my turn to board the bus.
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Evolution of Words
Spiritualthe story of a string adapting to the natural laws for the words to follow and grow. the climb is arduous and exhilarating the giant at the end is waiting for your call.
