Gemotions

The bustling street market thrummed with a frenetic energy that grated on Alex’s nerves. He stood in the corner, holding a paper cup of lukewarm coffee, watching the chaos unfold. The weight of his responsibilities, the financial burdens, pressed on him like a physical burden. He wanted to sit down.

The music. A street performer strumming a guitar. A familiar melody. *His* song. The melody felt changed. The lyrics slightly altered. The feeling was still there though.

He felt himself start to focus on the performance. He found himself with a slight smile. He started walking around, and feeling strangely lighter.