Living City As I sit here, the city moves and lives around me. I am sat here, doing nothing and not taking part. This city has a soul. It makes me feel alien. I'm on the outside looking in, even though it surrounds me. I'm lost in its labyrinth. I tried for so long to be a part of the city, to find my place. Meaning eludes me as I continue to be a stranger. I look around me and see all the other people moving with purpose and direction and I wonder where they are headed. What do all the happy people do, where do they go?

The Simple #life There once was a girl. There once was a boy. Neither of them was a vampire. They didn't fall in love. In fact, they didn't like each other very much at all. They didn't have a passionate yet misguided affair. Mostly they just quietly resented one another. And that was that.