for years
For years my eyes were closed but now they open and see the giant city that I call home
The wind carries story of the people which go through life everyday speed for location. I stand still but they just run past me never stop, never wait.
Hear the noisy children crying and bags swaying, crowded people wishing to find a seat on this packed bus, but not knowing where life will take them, not knowing what magical places the bus will stop next as I drift to exotic places in my mind.
The air fill itself with beautiful smells and as I breath in the cities aroma of delicious, captivating, local bakery and shops awaiting for keen and desiring people to take a bite of that hot freshly baked goods just wanting to melt in your mouth and create music with each taste bud.
I past you but every time I rush by you always change, I stand wondering when your going to go from your gleaming red traffic light and then you finally flash that green light, I run before I get trampled by the people that reminds me of rhinoceros.
The best thing is when the sunset and then awakes the real magical when the creatures of the night begin to come out of the hours of darkness to party the witching hour away, with enchanting music which cast a spell upon you and make you dance till dawn.
And this is my home through my closed eyes that are now full opened.
