A field surrounded by cranes, the mechanical kind.
A sort of urban melancholy and the harsh metallic clanking subdued by the mindless chatter of a thousand mindless people.
A train track on one side, and I can hear the loud sighs of passing trains even amongst the human conversation spurred by the endless need to speak.
The highway on the other, and I cannot hear the cars.
Perhaps for lack of concentration on the cars, because I don't know about the others, but I was looking at the cranes and feeling the rumble of the trains and the urban melancholy.
It started raining at some point and I swear, my heart overflowed.
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Iridescence
PoetryA compilation of the things I do when I can't sleep i.e. listen to music and try to write poetry and epigrams and shit
