I've always hated the city.
Especially on nights like this, when the air is close and clammy. Concrete jungles, they say, holds more humidity than the boreal ones. I don't believe that though. My motto in life is "believe half of what you see and none of what you hear".
Odd, because I never would have thought to have wound up in the predicament I did, and given the circumstances, perhaps I should have left better off alone. Still, it wouldn't be me if I didn't give some sort of consideration to another. Makes me think if anything is worth the bother anymore. I remember once, being asked about my dreams. I was asked whether I am seen in