black cherry

A man was following me this morning when I get off the train. Vintage brown suitcase and black-rimmed glasses framing the eyes that were stuck on me behing the pane of glass. For some minutes I quicked my steps through the crowded street. It all finished with myself lying in bed. no more running, and just a calm bittersweet glance back. (it all vanished without trace out there in the street). After that, she arrived from the cold silence