I've fallen in love again, but it's harder to explain this time. I haven't fallen for a man or a woman, but an entire city. This city makes me feel as no other has before. Within it, I feel alive and vibrant. Anything I could ever want or need is at my beck and call. These feelings stir deep within me, the city awakens a beast that I never knew lied dormant.
How can I go back? To the little place I once knew, now that I know of this magnificent world?
How can anyone ever go back, to the miserable mundane happening that they call living after they've fallen in love as I have?
This love of mine has a new name. It is one that I call home.
Tuesday, February 19, 2013
Thursday, February 14, 2013
The City
Day turns to night in the blink of an eye.
Everywhere there is life,
The very air you breathe is energy.
You could walk forever, but never look at the same face twice.
It's its own world, as if it could exist in the same state, forever in perpetual motion.
Passion for life is within every step, and inspiration is never out of sight.
The very buildings hum with excitement emitted from the bodies alive within.
The people, vibrant. Nothing is strange to see.
Anything you want is there for you to have, all your wishes can be achieved.
The flow of people stirs the mind, pushes it into worlds that might not have been discovered.
You wonder how you ever felt alive before this.
Everywhere there is life,
The very air you breathe is energy.
You could walk forever, but never look at the same face twice.
It's its own world, as if it could exist in the same state, forever in perpetual motion.
Passion for life is within every step, and inspiration is never out of sight.
The very buildings hum with excitement emitted from the bodies alive within.
The people, vibrant. Nothing is strange to see.
Anything you want is there for you to have, all your wishes can be achieved.
The flow of people stirs the mind, pushes it into worlds that might not have been discovered.
You wonder how you ever felt alive before this.
Tuesday, February 5, 2013
She Loves the City
I think I figured out more to why I love this city so much. After recently seeing parts of it that I hadn't seen before, I've had a realization that everything I love so much is the product of human creativity and ingenuity. While I marvel at the force of earth created things like those I see In the serene Central Park, what attracts me so much to the urban culture is the humanity of it. No matter what, the knowledge that my kind has made all of this possible is awe inspiring. I see humans that posess the capability to coexist with each other in what is a mostly beneficial way.
I feel that if someone doesn't understand this feeling, it is because they haven't been influenced by an extraordinary experience of human force.
They are like new seeds, not yet planted. For the moment they lay dormant. But once given the chance, they will spring to life.
I feel that if someone doesn't understand this feeling, it is because they haven't been influenced by an extraordinary experience of human force.
They are like new seeds, not yet planted. For the moment they lay dormant. But once given the chance, they will spring to life.
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