There is a place I go to…
….and every time I go there I feel…..Alive.
Everything around me is moving and nothing stands still.
The music in my ears synchronizes to my surroundings as if I am watching and experiencing my life as if it were a movie. So many faces, colors, expressions and places. People with dreams and aspirations….broken or fulfilled. Everyone living and experiencing….wanting to be someone or somewhere. People struggling and people thriving. Beautiful people. Such beautiful, beautiful people.
When I step away from the platform, I am anxious. I find myself in this place and I am filled with an uncanny and indescribable feeling. It is a mix of joy and fear, and I am grateful to feel anything at all. All of the apathy and listlessness in my heart fades.
True breath is restored in my lungs and my soul is vibrant. Many eyes meeting mine as I walk, electricity surging through my body. There are artists and dreamers on every street corner.
As I leave I move in reverse. Heading back down those same streets, sometimes taking detours in order to savor my existence there. As I wait basking in the smoldering heat, a gust of wind blows and lights flash from down a dark and seemingly endless corridor.
My chariot awaits and I step forward and stand among the presence of many others. I once again move in reverse, I step off and find myself exactly where I began. “What I day!” I say as I relive the memories over and over in my mind, “So many stories to tell once I return!” I am glowing with vibrancy.
The listlessness and apathy is hindered for another day until it fades and I am summoned to return. This is the place I go to, and it is one place that fills me with experiences and feelings that surpass all others.
The city—-this is the place that I want to be.