I walked the streets, overwhelmed and mentally blinded by the feed of information coming in over my senses. The aurous screens of sunlight lit the leaves frisking along the stone walkways. I heard sweet harmonics and laughter. This city possessed a degree of vibrance that was astounding. It was a city of fierce passion, love & melancholy, exuberance, humility.
I loved the people in this city, and had their love in return. It was no difficult task: one succumbed easily to the effects of such warmth and open friendliness, and found oneself desiring to please others the way they had been pleased.
I had not been present long before I came to call this place home. I fit entirely here.
I felt happy in this world with ones I loved, but I was aware of a certain emptiness, a disconnection. I realized that I would never truly belong, beyond merely fitting in.
I sat by the high wall of the gates in intense thought, lovingly tracing the script of the city name with my fingertips. It pained me to know I couldn’t stay.