Spring in the City

For the first twenty-odd years of her life, she often dreamed strange, bizarre dreams. They never frightened her, because deep down she felt secure. Later, when she dreamed, it was only of things that had happened. It was strange: she clearly knew how it would end, yet her heart always raced. She didn't want to wake up, either. He was the same. Some people would rather break than bend. Some break completely, while others aren't even allowed to break. Raw steel touched by dirty water rusts little by little. A person may still be standing, but inside, their heart has already rotted into a puddle. No one let themselves off the hook. No one could let themselves off the hook. The city in spring, thick with grass and trees.