She runs her fingers across her cheek, while closing her eyes faster and tighter than she intended. She traces the way around her eye and when there's nowhere else to go, her hand stops. The world stops. Her insides stir as her outside stands frozen, as if commanding a silence within and calm that will echo that of her skin. Slowly, her eyes open, unnoticeably screaming for help. She looks outside and sees nothing, she looks at her hands, defeated by time and gloriously vibrant, the only part of her that seems full of life.
She walks, and as she travels she feels as if she's being lifted, away from the crowd while still swimming through it. She could never get lost, she thinks for a second, since she belongs nowhere, and everywhere feels like home. She could roam that world of asphalt until her last breath, and be content. But her mind pulsates with an urgency akin to her desire to always look back. Within, there is an explosion every instant, one high flying idea clashing against another in a show of emotions. Bright and blinding regret that dims into satisfaction, slowly burning out into indifference as their ashes hit the ground.
The day slowly dims, the light softens, and her heart follows. And as her body lets go of the day's warmth, she stops. She stands in the middle, between the crowd and her self. As if from a mountain top, she listens. So many lives, so many needs, such tangled urgencies. She lives at that edge, where the space enclosed in your skin extends infinitely outward.
Dawn comes, announced by a soft wind that travels around and into her. She stays, that cold stream of life flows in and out of her, suddenly leaving her feeling incomplete. She lifts her hands, and her palms softly touch her face, as if she were washing away the fear that seems to drip from her eyes.
The daylight slowly dances into darkness. In a choreographed show of intricate order, the valleys of the city empty out as people follow their routines into the night. She feels found in the grandiosity of that empty city, and the monumental vastness that surrounds her. In that silence, she can feel the city's breath, and her own heartbeat. It's time to go home.
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