I can see the city from my window. Over the tops of the trees in our backyard. Just.
It is so close, but feels so far away.
But really it is me who is so far away.
Often I wish I was mixed up in the tangle of bodies moving throughout the city streets; on their way to somewhere, to someone waiting for them.
There were nights where I would wander alone around those streets for hours with neither aim nor destination.
Just wanting to exist within the safe glow of the lights.