These streets.
They have been here for as long as I have known. Some still unaffected by the tide of time. Criss crossing the city like veins and arteries. They are my veins and arteries.
I have walked on these streets millions of time, yet never had the same journey. They are as old as my ancestors memories. For long I have known them, for long they have been there, always leading me to the same places on different worlds. Sometimes luring us to play tag, sometimes calling us to chase the ice cream man, sometimes leading us home.
Yet, something has changed.
Perhaps not the streets, perhaps my perception.
The streets reeked of memories.
Passages to the past.
They weren't always like this. they used to be taken for granted. They used to just be. But now they seem just too intimate, almost like guardians, always assuring me I am gonna end up somewhere familiar.
The streets I've always known, but never saw. Their sides change, from trees to brick, brick by brick they get renewed. And so does the cities.As the last traces of childhood and innocense are wiped out, these streets remain. Always leading me somewhere.
The streets.
The veins and arteries.
They are my veins and arteries.
They have been here for as long as I have known. Some still unaffected by the tide of time. Criss crossing the city like veins and arteries. They are my veins and arteries.
I have walked on these streets millions of time, yet never had the same journey. They are as old as my ancestors memories. For long I have known them, for long they have been there, always leading me to the same places on different worlds. Sometimes luring us to play tag, sometimes calling us to chase the ice cream man, sometimes leading us home.
Yet, something has changed.
Perhaps not the streets, perhaps my perception.
The streets reeked of memories.
Passages to the past.
They weren't always like this. they used to be taken for granted. They used to just be. But now they seem just too intimate, almost like guardians, always assuring me I am gonna end up somewhere familiar.
The streets I've always known, but never saw. Their sides change, from trees to brick, brick by brick they get renewed. And so does the cities.As the last traces of childhood and innocense are wiped out, these streets remain. Always leading me somewhere.
The streets.
The veins and arteries.
They are my veins and arteries.
