City Lights

So, here I am in a capital again, giant buildings wheeling all around me, growing upwards as I write. Well, I wonder what goes on inside those buildings, what great and ugly events are taking place, even now. Who is growing the buildings here, for I can see they are being watered? Some people are on auto pilot, some are cruising the streets with leisurely footsteps, absorbing the sights, the pavements, or blindly following the tourist trail. There is much going on here, to inspire, to provoke thoughts and to symbolise the essence of life in a city. It is interesting to watch people’s behaviour; I am watching them, but also heading somewhere myself. I have my own reasons behind each step I take. They fuel some great fire. 

When the curtain of darkness falls the city is lit up. It takes on another face. Dark magic finds the corners and attempts to infiltrate the uncorrupted rooms. Regardless of the face there is much beauty to admire. Déjà vu comes to find me, tracks me down. There are moments where you feel more than familiar, others when I am lost in your reaching maze, a labyrinthine heart. The way the glorious and gruesome pass me by, the way the accents and languages fill the air, and the way I see faces like robotic works of art. I can hear the pulse of the city, dictating, blowing, guiding, and softening the hardships around the corner.

I arrived in your arms, such an approach. I am for you and you are what I make of you. I close eyes and see it all before me. Love is not seen, as much as it is experienced, retained and felt at the very core of a being. The city lights me up, and I am a blossoming creature once more.