Why am I fascinated by the city lights? The line of colors on the skyline...the high buildings paralyzing my thoughts while I drive. I was never a city girl. Yet, I was never a country, southern bell either. Never being exposed to "real" urban living, I have never known the feeling of gazing at the inner city from my window. Witnessing the bustle of legs moving, heels clicking on the sidewalk, and jackets swaying as young men power-walk while chatting on their cell phones was only a dream to me. Where I'm from, one can't tell that everyone has their own agenda to tend to. It's all meshed together. Thoughts and reactions are predictable. The talk is despicable, while the walk appears invisible. Big things don't happen in my city. Thus the small infrastructure of big buildings, big lights and big scenery.
Porch Light, hear my plight...I drink your light, like nectar...Dream of you, by day...Gaze in your eyes, all night...Porch Light.
I feel like an insect that can no longer resist the light's shine. I am under the spell of the city lights. Big city lights. I fantacize about shadows waiting to breathe life, after conception by the lights' wife. I yearn to explore the potential in the lights' eyes. Do I dare lust after it, after few brief encounters? Where lies my boundaries? I desire close proximity, between the city lights, and I.
Or else I must die as I try.
I am a woman with big dreams, which thrive off of the city lights...
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