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Alone Walking
Alone. Walking.
The streets crowded.
The tourists walking aimlessly 6 across.
Talking aimlessly 6 across.
The little voice inside my head growing louder -
deriding the tourists whose rythym is out of sync with the city's and is out of sync with mine.
Maneuvering through them I am pelted with their foreignness.
They are not daunting just annoying.
They invade my space and make it less my space.
There. There is a bus. My salvation -
I want to walk but I want to be away from the aliens.
Will my thoughts flow away from touristic derision back to what…?
To what will my thoughts flow?
Have these aliens stolen my thoughts?
Beware
Alien thought thieves here.