the city chatters and raves and rants and yells and cries and weeps but no one bothers to hear it. to sit down on the corner and hear it's tales of the little people who march against it and live off it. nobody gives a damn, no body listens. ive always complained that this city had no soul. it's only becuase everyone has fucked her up the arse to the point every little bit of soul that was there has successfully hidden itself behind concrete walls so high that detattachment has become the status-quo.

i only experince the city when it's under my feet, when im out on the street. everything else is so false, so controlled, so marketed, so polished. but here it's more human: people spitting on the pavement, proper business men dolled up in their proper business suits attempting to radiate an aura of professionalism and punctiualty cursing their hearts out at a cab driver, a beauty marching down the avenues sharing her curves purposefully as young men (and a few women) follow the way the trickle of sweat falls down her neck to her exposed back, desire raging in their dog-like faces, or a prostitute sitting on the corner waiting for the next customer to violate every inch of her epidermis and fuck her into her senses, becuase she's so jacked up on drugs that nothing else can make her feel.

I never said it was pretty, but at least it's a bit more
human.

the chattering goes on and on, but there is a pause and unexplainable quiet grabs hold of everyone as they slow down and inhale. and then it happens; a girl walks my way, and my entire being leaps and lapses as she does;

i fall in
love.

it always happens that way, for a few seconds im driven sane with love, the way we all do whenever we see one of those gentle faces, those gentle eyes

and i gasp, and my heart flutters and my toes curl and try to catch my breath as she draws closer and inahle a whiff of her perfume. and then she smiles, a soft smile, just a tiny smile and her ikon immerises itself forever onto my memories, the way the little wrinkles on the side of her mouth, the way her nose just curled and the way her gentle kind eyes become even more gentle, a smile that i could glance at for all eternity

and then she just walks past. and all im left with is an instance. and the city goes back to it's status quo.

217,498
faces

217,498
smiles


I add one more to the
shelf.