We're callow to this.

Until now,

I had never realized how the city looks at night.
Sensuous mist breathes faithfully whilst churches ring their bells out,
leather-people walk, some sleep in benches.
Recent rain layed on the road. And the smell lingered.

Pinetrees outside churches and abandoned buildings, and a choir singing afar, with a faint saxo leading the way.

Looks that denote desire, or affection. A slippage would cause commotion, and I'm not sure why because the rode leaks grey, grainy blisters, and the uncertainty from behind all of us and from the sides is enough to make blood race. Forth.

Inhumane, dogs starving in a mundane haze.
Wind in trees, and now and then cars lightning the rode.

Ominous moths in streetlamps staring.

And then, siiiiiiilence
only
footsteps
paving
the - road

How is this any different than what you consider heartsease?