City Of Lights

. . . 

It's 2 am and she's wide awake. 

Staring at the moonlight, 

coming in from her windowpane.

Her mind is racing and her thoughts are haunting her. 

He's always in her head at night. 

Outside, there's a city of lights and noise.

The flatiron building, standing tall and gracious.

She always felt like that building,

but never told anyone.

How can you feel like a building? 

It's a thing, she shrugged to the thought of it.

But it stands so tall and it's weird, like her.

Out there, girls were walking home in their stilettos. 

Making that click click sound on the pavement, 

and laughing about the nights festivities.

People were shouting for "Taxi!"

Others were arguing about the noise.

I want to live a life like that.

I want to be out there.. living a life worth writing about. She thought.

"Can't sleep?"

"There's too much noise outside. What are people doing outside in this hour?"

"Lost souls never sleep during the night. 

They are always out there, enjoying the darkness." He said.

I guess I too belong out there.

"You belong in a museum."

"You are art. 

A piece of artwork, I can stare at forever.

I always find new colors and curves of your mind that I fall in love with." The voice said.

She went numb, startled at the voice that told her all the right things.

It's you.  

"Your mind is like an ocean of secrets" He said.

She was so tangled in the lie, she started to believe in it in the end. 

Author's Note

My last piece for a while. x

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Reviews

[aLittlePain]

Fluid writing really lovely! I have a deep affection for your fine city having called Brooklyn home for a while my younger sister now lives there in the Bronx. I enjoyed the use of metaphor here very refreshing. It's easy to loose ones self in the chaos and noise but we only ever need to be us...that means accepting and embracing every beautiful, dark, awkward distinction. R xo

[Giulia King]

There's something absolutely magical about this city :) You're right, I'm trying to accept all my flaws instead of trying to hide them. xo

[aLittlePain]

That's all you have to do lovely. You will find that your flaws will be beautiful to someone else x

[Giulia King]

I really hope so! :/

[SZHZIA]

I agree with Yumna and I love your thoughts Thanks for sharing.

Best
Szhzia

[Giulia King]

Thank you so much for your kind review.

[SZHZIA]

You are welcome

[Asante]

Fine writing!

The sounds of the city, this is accurate of a night on most streets in New York City; everything from the wandering mind to the chatter outside.

I really enjoyed the flow of this from beginning to end, genuinely. Great work!

[Giulia King]

Thank you so much Asante! The noise outside on the streets can be really tough sometimes but I'm blessed that I live in NYC. Thank you for your lovely words, means a lot to me!

[Asante]

My pleasure! Being a native New Yorker, I relate to all of it entirely. :)

[Pete]

we have to be ourselves no matter what. we cannot deny who and what we are. everyone is unique. if tall and weird like that building - then so be it. we get to choose who we let in. we also can't be afraid to put ourselves out there and worry about what others think. others can be out there seemingly having their fun while we feel alone - many are busy doing nothing. i enjoyed this. it is quite deep and has meaning on different levels.

[Giulia King]

This is an awesome review. Thank you, Pete! You're absolutely right! Your words are something I have to learn how to live by.

[Coyote Poetry]

I do like the words below.
"You belong in a museum."
"You are art.
A piece of artwork, I can stare at forever.
I always find new colors and curves of your mind that I fall in love with."
Words can give us comfort if we want. Thank you Gullia for sharing your amazing words and thoughts. Title brought me in and the words held me.
Coyote

[Giulia King]

Thank you so much, always appreciated. I'm so happy you like it!

[Coyote Poetry]

I did enjoy and you are welcome.

[Valentine]

Sad when we live so much inside of ourselves that we have no life outside. Valentine

[Giulia King]

It's really sad..

[Dr. YumnaKay]

Okay, I have to admit when I first read it it flew over my head but now after reading it several times I get the extent of it! I like the metaphor you use of feeling like a building! It's like being in a nutshell, enclosed, wanting someone to enter but afraid of letting them too far in...
This is really good! And I think your first piece where there isn't 'stars' mentioned in it 😉

[Giulia King]

Thank you so much, Yumna

[Dr. YumnaKay]

You are always welcome, Gullia! ☺

[Ashwin Shanker]

THis is lovely... It doesn't read exactly like a poem but it has a good flow to it. I liked the dialogue that is exchanged at the end. The sign-off was impactful too.

Please get back soon!!
With greater pieces of writing.
Adios

[Giulia King]

Thank you so much Ashan! Your review put a smile on my face :)

[Ashwin Shanker]

Glad to know that Gullia. :)