I am looking back over my shoulder as the pavement streams past like a dead river.
I am casting striking glares as I steal quick glimpses of myself in the two-way mirrors.
I am gravitating closer and ever so close to the monolithic buildings as rain pierces the cracks in the sidewalk.
I am dodging moving figures, blurring past me at syncopating speeds.
I am surviving, barely, this barren outside, refusing to come in.
I am lost in blue,
Looking for you.