What is a city?

City life, City lights, City lies. Oh breathe in that air, that air that swirls around happy bodies, tingling with the mystery of freedom.
The freedom that comes with individuality brings with it stings of love and loss. A city allows the luxury of falling in love. It is not a luxury, but does the city let that secret away?

 The loss that its smoke forces free thought into, erases all memory of all that once seemed happy. Of all that once reminded the mind of colour. Of all the sounds that were once recognized as a song. The senses begin to perceive jarring noises-distant and disconnected, when did the low hums of cars screech into harsh hammers of hard thuds?

The colours become flashes of piercing light, that blind the eyes. The eyes cannot see in the dark.

Piercing light becomes the only day. The day is dull, the skies as grey as dull thought. The white day morphs into brownness. The eyes cannot understand the light of the sun-it does not seem to disappear. Just like the night.

What does it mean, really, to be surrounded by smoke, stench and stares? Does the city then offer individualism? Of what use, then, is the rainbow of cosmopolitanism? Words, words. No words turn the heads the other away. Eyes continue to trap shivering bodies into a rattling cage. Wordless fear. Wordless lust. Wordless rage. Words, words.
Turn away, but they won't. The languages do not understand the shapes that hang lazily in the sky.

Desperation forces the turn. What do the eyes see? Strangers, with a lie burning in the eyes. A lie that the mind does not comprehend, but perceives. A false identity. A false admission of the lie. A glaze of anonymity.
Holes of black mud tear at the muddy road. The feet dance in the lines drawn by a plan. What is the plan then? Where do the feet lead the wandering mind?

Where does the city lead to?

What are you searching for?