This city feels empty sometimes
but actually there might just be too many people.
I can’t help but feel alone amongst others
but it’s beautiful to be accompanied in my loneliness.
This place carried the weight of being the synonym of freedom
now I see how it can also lock you in.
I’m living a reality distant from what is closest
stark contrasts thriving in the homogeneity of my surroundings.
The heaviest music lives along side the lightest messages
sounds that can be both subversive and condescending.
This excess of material wealth I see around
only surpassed by the poverty slapping its face constantly.
This love for a place that is home at the moment
feeling like home is actually a memory, a distant place, so close in my heart.
These thoughts feel unreal
yet they are tangible truths right now.
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