It isn't pretty where I live. The ground is dirty and eroded, and the buildings are less than eye appealing. If you took the time to think about it, what's around seems really sad, though no one ever really takes the time to think about it anyway. Your social surrounding is like a machine where nothing grows or is alive, only serving out its function robotically. This is where I live.
You may not have guessed it if you don't live here, but if you do you probably felt exactly what I described. It's New York City - The Big Apple, where dreams come true and there is endless possibilities. That's what they say. But when you grow up hear you whole life, you don't see it that way. Honestly it's more of a Sky High Cage.
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Sky High Cage
Non-FictionShort writings about the city that never sleeps. If you've never been here, get ready to have your eyes opened; if you have, get ready to relive what you already know.
