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A breathing City

The city at night elicits feelings of summer nights

 college parties and the wilds of my youth

 About how time has passed

 years gone by while the concepts of clubs, bars,

drinking, nights out on the town and mischief fade.

And we concede to memories

a line of shots, sweat riddled bodies  moving in the dark and flashing lights.

Lights reveal all or nothing, small parts, small rooms and close quarters

Times were organic, fluid, spontaneous

Motivation was now, the reason was because and the times were spent.

Sweet whispers, chance glances

the city breathes at night beckoning forth

Come have a night on the town

Money spent, conversations had, reckless abandonment taken.

The city at night offers her embrace

suffocating and intoxicating.

At night the city is alive until the day breaks

The moon blows to the risings sun

Return trips, taxi’s, buckets and a new day.

Headaches, texts, video and breakfast are the remnants to

A City at night.


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  1. jacquelineobyikocha September 10, 2015

    This sounds like you had some fun in the breathing city of lights 🙂

    • Chaoscream September 15, 2015

      I try to always have fun in the city. Each trip is a chance to experience something new and take a chance.while I am not adventurous as I once was I still find time to let loose every once in a while.

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