And I walk.
The passers-by, the workers, their carts, their horses…I walk, lost amongst the crowd. The sadness within me grows heavier each day. The warmth of my heart has frosted over. I walk – broken, lost. The dying gleams of light – they torture me.
And so, another day has come to an end. And I walk; I walk on unfamiliar lands, to an unfamiliar sunset.
The wide sidewalk cries out beneath my feet. The tall buildings breathe a cold indifference down my neck. Men pass me by – they lack the warmth of generations past. And the youth do not smile like my brethren back home.
Old pictures, hazy visions, my sweet memories – why do they torture me so?