Black City Blues

The city floor rises up through the darkness. Thirty floors above the cold dry pavements, I lay, completely still, on my mattress. My windows, open wide, allowing chilling air to pass through and engulf, accompanied by the haunting yet thrilling sounds of the ambient nightlife below. My eyes stare slightly ajar, within a dark room lit barely by the shadows of neon light and the flow of the moon from the skies. With a completely blank mind, but not a drop of ink, my ears write a symphony of the noises that surround. A mixture of sirens, music and shouting stood out, but at the same time, began to sooth. An idea of a night out in my ears would have been a night in, listening and watching through sound. I just lay here, listening, with only one worry on my mind. That worry being that day time was slowly creeping up on me and that someone will eventually find me.

Here. Empty.