(Draft 63, thanks Delilah🥀 for suggesting this one.)

A girl walks on the city sidewalk. People of all ages and races and backgrounds pass her by. There’s so many people. She kicks away a plastic bottle, and rolls her eyes at the honking cars. Finally she makes it to the bus stop. She sits down and waits for the bus.

There’s a song stuck in her head. One without a beat nor a melody. A simple tune.

She isn’t aware of it, not consciously. But it’s always there. A presence in her life, looming over everything. Some call it a thought, an ideation, a nightmare.

If she were asked, forced to acknowledge it, she would call it a song.

Not pop nor rock nor hip hop. Not blues or jazz or folk. Not country, not alternative. Just, music. She wouldn’t be able to describe it better.

Sometimes, it gets stuck in her head, and she can’t get it out with only her head. She knows a better way though. She can just wash it away. As easy as that.

Until it builds up to that point, she ignores it.

Why?

Because if she acknowledges that it’s real, then suddenly, it is.

(Thx for reading. Sry this is kinda short, I’ve been having trouble finding motivation to write.)