Wandering aimlessly, unaware where my feet are taking me. I trot on. Seemingly oblivious to my current whereabouts. No knowledge of the direction of 'home'. Smiling at passers-by who know I'm entranced. Entranced by the city that brings out my best, encapsulated by my surroundings, noticing the fly on the pavement, the gum under the old man's seat. The overcast day fails to place a blunder on my happiness, enlightening me futhermore to where I am, what I'm doing. Trawling the streets like I have no place to go. Others are mere drawings on my painting of life. I gasp in the air, like it will soon be gone.
I am purely enthralled by this city of lights, city of love, city all mine.
