A moment when the eyes aren't focusing on one thing. The mind wanders. Looking at buildings, cars, things relevant to a city. A patch of dirt. A large square lot. I tried to recall; what was there years ago. It didn't matter now, it was gone. Like forgotten memories, unsensationalized events. Without herald a large vortex spun onto the patch of dirt, the dust filled up the column of air, and escorted it across. Leaving it to cross the street invisible and alone. Just like that it vanished. The things that hide within a city. Nothing to track the time. A city bleeding screaming in pain, can't be heard by prey fish.
It's not what you think it's what you believe. Patricia '96
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