Feeble-minded crowds of people have become think. As a community, they all seem to be doing the same thing or pursuing the same trend. They have not a wit of their desire, but a wit of society. The sun refuses to show off its complete gleam, as a translucent sheild shadows their common sense. You turn around hopeful, yet nothing changes. Gusting, frigid breeze won’t even waft the fuming spirit inside of you. Sidewalks and towering buildings mock you as a threatening thumbtack is irking your heart.
Strongly, your fists are clenched at your waist, feeding off of your locked elbows. Both agree that your heart should adopt serenity rather than a pesky, hounding needle. It jabs you absent mindedly, during what feels like the billionth time. The bubble-like aura won’t let you speak a word of advice, request a difference, or set out to attenpt the atrocious change everyone so precariously wants. Sewed up by your gritting teeth, you jaws send out pain from being locked. Your eyes constrict shut trying to image everything back to the humble commonplace. Impatiently, your temples request a source to vent while your quickening pulse punds. As your heart inflates like a blowfish, the thumbtack tagss innocent parts of your body.
Unfortunately, there is no room to bleed in the crowded street, nor any room to scream. There’s no escaping it. Your heavy heart contains all of your disliking. Desperately, you need a mountain to climb upon to let out an unbearable wail. Maybe, your breath will carryout the dollops of frustration within it. You’re suffocating while you hold your breath the see if the pressure will comreess it. A face is needed to roar into. Yet, maybe, a face is just needed to simple kiss an absence upon the thumbtack.