Saturday, July 17, 2010
City of Dreams . . .
City of Dreams, to some maybe. To me, not. The cacophony is overwhelming. Walking across the Brooklyn Bridge is a reminder of what we once were. The memories smother me. Desolate. Lonely. Inconsolable. That is all that is left of me since you have gone. In a city filled with people, I am alone.
City of dreams, to some maybe. To me, not. I place one foot in front of the other until I reach the edge. Spreading my arms out, I am free and kiss the cool blue that greets me.
City of dreams, to some maybe. To me, not.
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