... every day I miss the city less,
every time I walk away
a relief envelops me in harmonious clouds
and light but thick fogs hide
me from the outside world,
They camouflage me and mimic me,
and the odorless silence is a puddle
of analog calm and gratitude...
I am made of city,
I want to rebuild myself
of everything else.
Created by Yelojoquemira
