Do you know how sad it is when you realize what will soon enough most likely will become the death of you? Life couldn't possibly get much more pathetic then that but yet it happens to anyways. Lets think, some people blame the job or turning "30" is all that it takes. Me? If it doesn't end up being the stresses of college certainly i'll be laying $50 down on Coffee! You kinda know when you've reached that point of needing a dose every day and drinking about 2 pots worth you know by then you have no such thing as blood rushing through your veins. You know its bad when you try and replace it with bottle after bottle of Pepsi and that isn't even enough of a buzz for you.
How could ones life get so out of line! When trying to recall the memories I think back and try to figure it out but I only remember those, "City Lights" days. Helplessly I realize how much I have lost my heart along the way with that. I'm sitting here missing those lights. The spark of darkness in the depths and listening to the life of the rushed. So full of originality, gray lit skies, color, the wrecks on every street, engulfing debris in the waters and wildlife. You think that'd be horrid right? At the least depressing or boring or even disgusting, right? But really is it? No, I don't seem to think so. Poverty has its own ways of making the shittiest of things look the greatest. Although your reading someone’s work who has the heart and mind to look for the beauty in all the things in our world. No matter how hideous it may appear.
Some people find the city life to be very loud, obnoxious, dirty, unorganized, conservative, scary, uncivilized and selfish. Can you talk much more about how narrow minded those thoughts could get? Why isn't it possible for one to see or understand that its more of a glorious thing. Look at the structures of the buildings how tremendous the architecture is! The layouts and formalities of the landscapes and how the city was griddid. Look at the aged aspects. Don't you see the beauty in something so antique that’s still being used? Look at the styles and designs that are intertwined with the streets. See the people? See the individualities? See the trees and the brick or concrete lain streets? Look around you and visualize what was around you if you were in that very spot 50 years ago. Can you even imagine? Look at the graffiti in the run down area's see the art hidden in the walls and on the things that are ruined?
Don’t you see the stars that are hidden within the surroundings of the city? Look around the darkness at night. Don't you see the colors that still exist? Look within the cracks and appear to see outside the boxes our minds stay glued inside. See the life and the spirit that keeps that very foundation steady and glowing with possibilities. How is it that no none of you don't see any of these things? I guess all I can think of is, No ones perfect. Nobody knows the truth. After all I suppose I can only see this because when I dream of those city lights, I remember why my hearts been so lost along the way. The city is where my heart is.
