Young man stood watching changes outside window: skyscrapers, smog, people, cars, noises – forever running engine. His hair white, his eyes brown-green, figure slim built,

The den of fiction writer, poetry maker and magic enthusiast.
Young man stood watching changes outside window: skyscrapers, smog, people, cars, noises – forever running engine. His hair white, his eyes brown-green, figure slim built,
Running through the city, not looking back, frightened. There is something unknown chasing you. You run into small alleyway behind the nearest building. Everything your
Something awkward started up in life all of a sudden. Entwined all together so that no longer things seemed the same. Definite statement of change