journal fifty-nine.

the city of lights —

if you don’t watch out

it might just

swallow you whole

but then again

maybe it will anyways

the city of lights —

remember how lonely it felt?

as people passsed you by

but how beautiful to watch them

speed through their lives

how do I

become one of them?

the city of lights —

where resources are thin

where people are plenty

where quiet is not often heard

but somehow,

we found this alcove

I miss the shot

skyscrapers in the background

the water just at my feet

the ball bounces away

but the memory lingers

this city reminds me of a person I used to be

excitement I used to seek

places I was rushing to see

heart beating

young and naive

what I once loved, I can’t learn to hate

it’s conflicting to say

I miss her

Published by Brittany Given

Raw and unadulterated — this is how I typically feel things. And when I feel these things I think I feel, I write. My little pieces of comprehension have taken the form of words jumbled together on your screen. A masterpiece? Probably not, but welcome to glimpses of this incredible life I get to experience. I do hope you’ll stick around.

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