Gemotions

He found himself walking, the city streets becoming a blur of motion. He hadn't bothered with a destination, just the need to escape the confines of his apartment, the reminders of what wasn't. The world seemed overly loud, the sounds of traffic grating on his nerves.

He stopped at a busy intersection, the mass of humanity pressing around him. He felt a profound sense of isolation despite the crowd. He clenched his fists, the muscles in his arms tensing. He needed to shout, to express the pent-up frustration.

A street performer strummed a guitar, a cheerful melody fighting to be heard over the din. He walked on, unable to appreciate the music. The emptiness was a gnawing ache.