Cars,
Cars beeping at other cars,
Cars beeping at people,
Trucks, taxis, lines,
People in lines, stores, people in stores,
People speaking different languages,
Buildings towering overhead, people in offices.
It smells of gasoline.
A couple more blocks and it smells like
Garbage…
Then sweat.
People left, people right.
Planes,
Trains, boats, subways.
Bridges,
Sidewalks.
Bookstores, coffee shops.
People yelling,
Homeless people with sleeping bags,
Apartments, houses.
Feeling the wind on your skin
Gives you forceful chills,
Driving,
Driving,
Driving,
Up your spine
Down your arms to your fingertips,
Awakening your body.
Awakening your body so you can’t
Move.
The sounds.
The sounds of the streets,
Plummeting through your,
Ears,
Like a siren.
Sirens;
You can hear the sirens.
The closer it gets, the harder it is to
Handle.
A million things race through your mind at once.
Your anxiety goes
Up.
Then down.
Now you feel the
Sweat
Dripping
Down
Your
Face.
You’re just one.
One of the
Many.
No one cares about
What you look like
Or what you
Do.
But you
Try
To impress them
Anyway.
It’s just like you’re a spec of
Dust,
Floating in an open
Room.
No one cares,
But you try
Anyway.