there is something about living in a city which makes you feel weak and in adept. it’s almost like it controls you. you’re dependent on its bus schedule and its signals to cross the streets. so many people clamoring to find a place within its boundaries, you’d would think you feel like one of the lucky ones to have made your way. but the cynic in you says it’s not all it’s cracked up to be… but really just hiding the fact that you think you’re just missing it.

you turn your head as you cross the gutters as the pungent smell won’t allow you to inhale. there is the moment on 1st street where you are pleasured by the scent of baking bread and the next moment by the starbucks french roast. the smells changing as fast as your quickened step past the homeless drunk.

constantly, the eyes of the city are scanning you for the uniqueness of your purse, the color of your shoes, the placement of your curls. you cannot help but join the game, curious of their own story and wondering where they’re going… thousands of people cross your path yet you don’t exchange words with a single one. even though you can zone the sounds of movement and traffic out with the every present ipod, the energy of the moment hits you from every direction. the 30min ride home on the bus is no longer the unwinding transition it used to be in a car.

the first thing you do when you get back is wash your hands.
the city has left its fingerprints all over you and your first instinct is to wash them off and away.
but it never really goes away… that’s the thing about the city.

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