Unassuming machines are these Escalators climb the building, slow and steady Creating a rhythm Elevators spring into action with an inviting tone An automated mail cart rolls by with ease I can rely on these mechanical colleagues They are consistent I’m not so sure about the organic ones…yet The stress lingering outside cannot get past the strong walls The windows reveal a blue sky and green grass The colors are muted, like a painting They don’t make an effort to be flashy They don’t need the attention I leave the safety of this place and return to reality No longer…

A dense fog engulfs me  Frozen in place by the chilly air  Blocking my view of the landscape  Motionless  Guarding the earth from the sun  Blocking warmth  Lingering past midday  Stubborn  Structures hidden until the last moment  Mighty buildings held hostage  Creatures approach cautiously  Intimidating  Silently in control