moenoko

[It’s another busy day for you. The early morning sun is filtered down through the tall skyscrapers, reflecting shades of yellow and pink light off of the glossy windows. Some of the windows are broken and dirty, in need of care. The grime and dirt stops the light from being shone, and the cracks in the glass allow bugs to enter, infecting them slowly but surely. They probably need an exterminator or something, some kind of attention or help, but you know they wont ever receive it. The buildings they reside on are old and forgotten, abandoned by those who had moved on to bigger, better ones. A few were left not out of choice, but out of

[It feels weird, doesn’t it? You usually don’t act this way. The way you’re moving, thinking, feeling…it’s not like you. You know yourself pretty well, right? Is something wrong?] [The thought pops into your head idly, stopping you from carrying your feet forward. The crowd of people around you pushes by, some of them making angry comments and rude remarks, but you don’t move. Someone shoves you out of the way, and you fall to the side, stumbling away from the horde of moving bodies. That wasn’t…shouldn’t you be pushing them back? You didn’t deserve that. They ought to be begging