He was just wandering through the city today. There was nothing he had to do for anyone, nothing on his mind, his headphones on he went out the door and started walking towards the bus stop. The same voice he’d heard all month starts singing to him again. The guy is talking about parties and beaches and dancing to the tom-toms, it sounds like a waltz. He met a girl there but she was married, so… Is this year better than the last one? He gets on the first bus that comes along, pushed by the echoing guitar that tells him it’s OK to loiter. He finds a free seat by the window and looks at the sky. He hears the guy singing about the decades flying by. “I’ve been doing this for awhile”, he whispers to himself. The sky looks cloudy but it’s better that way. “It’s gonna be a good year. Out of the darkness and into the fire”
moceanu
prowler
stiev
