always wander with headphones, always
Deep noise, bass, and a sound like oceans crashing, building upon a rythym of drums and heart beat. Shoulders hunched, the slow walk of wandering. Breeze from one direction gently sways my path and the swelling gusts of passing cars add to the wavering sound. The strain of strings brushes against my ears as my arm gently touches the outreaching branches of a flowering tree. The bright smell of blooms and green leaves drifts lazily across my face, but is whisked away as a car rushes past, replaced by a wash of warm air and an acrid odor. Music and noise building and building in my ears, a softly roaring crescendo. Drums and strings and wind and shimmering cymbals. My eyes are drawn to the stunning blue and white tapestry above me, bordered by gray, and etched in silver. I breathe deep, breathing in the trees, breathing in dust and impending rain, staring at the soaring skyline. A gust hits me just as piano and horns thunder and drums crash and cars rush and light pours through the clouds. I lose my step, stumble, look down quickly to place my feet. When i look up, the song is ended, the street is empty, the sun is shrouded. All that remains are the tears, barely hidden in the corners of my eyes.