The city rumbled with a low hum.
The sun had set ages ago but you could tell by simply looking down the street that the city was alive and well.
The wind was brisk I could feel the redness of my cheeks.
My mittened hands clasped tightly to my bags.
There were theaters everywhere.
Shows were constantly being let out.
There was so much culture and smells.
One moment it smelled of garlic around the corner like barf down a block like fresh brownies.
People shuffled along with intent.
But me?
I just wandered.
Street lights don't matter.
You just walk.
As I stumbled along for some reason I imagined what you may be doing back at home.
Are you sleeping?
Do you miss me?
Do you care if I return?
My head filled with questions and I lost site of the beauty of things.
I was bombarded by a darkness that always seems to find me no matter how far I escape.
I scuffed my boots and I glance above me.
The sky is black.
I imagine the starry sky of home.
I feel absent not being able to see the vast sky.
I feel caged and trapped.
Suddenly I'm overwhelmed by the filth around me.
I pick up my pace steadily retreating forward and forward still.
Finally a step into a bubble of warmth.
My atmosphere changes and I am drenched once more in the light.
A light like day.
A light that's warm.
A light that is hope.
Then I realize, I can no longer remember your face.
One I thought I could never forget and yet here I am feeling more lost than ever.
It's fighting for where I am.
I think it's better this way.
Now I just need to climb up.
Up to the tops of the buildings.
Even higher still.
To the sky.
To the clouds.
Now where is home?
