I
oft en dream of cit ies t hat
never
sleep, where
skyscrapers are as t all as mount ains and night s as bright
as days. Under t he frail green glow of t he lamppost
out side my bedroom window, I fant asize about bright er,
pret t ier light s lined up across avenues and crowds t hat
move t o t he rhyt hm of rock and roll. I want t o be where
change happens and news is made, right in t he nucleus of
innovat ion, want t o wit ness wit h my own eyes t he growt h
of humankind.
But I know I would be dissat isfied unt il I know t he
simple beaut y of t he count ryside. Towns and cit ies never
leave me wit h enough space t o breat he, so I daydream
about large prairies and leaves swaying t o t he cadence of
a silent ballad, about nebulae of st ars at night and
golden sunrises in t he morning. No rat races, no
marat hons, just calm walks and t ranquilit y, t he way
nat ure int ended.
I dream of so many t hings, t hings t hat I could reach
for? and succeed. But I know I would never be happy
because I also want t heir polar opposit es. I can?t help but
long t o t ast e t he full spect rum of t he human experience,
t o feel every emot ion t here is t o feel, every color and
music t hat has ever been shown and played.
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