- Giving Up -
Placed on the edge of this stone fixture, I watch you walk passed me each day. As a Native myself, I can see how tired you have grown of the city.
When the rain pours over her concrete tussles and there is not an umbrella in sight, your demeanor is reduced to the saddest of postures. Pulling your legs across the ground with force, the subway doors have closed on you and the neighbors have woken you with witching hour parties. With eyes wired shut, you thrust out of your twin size bed that doesn't fit your 26 year old body each morning to engage in a rat race of under and overpaid creatures who chose to be here. Before you leave the confines of your closet-sized apartment, you take a deep breath because there is a reason you fell in love with her. However, how do we, you and I, survive in a city that takes away the special rights we have as humans in any another location? Perhaps it had to do with the way she unites under her tall buildings - creating special, spectacular moments that no other location can give you. And to appreciate those moments, she must bombard you with a whirlwind of catastrophe to show you any beauty at all. I hope we will both awake in her graces tomorrow and I will see you pass me with your usual demeanor: tired, but determined...you have still not given up on her.