An illusion is all it takes for my city to fall in love…
A misty morning can blind our senses…
And send us in an unnecessary oblivion.
How the first morning of February…
Presented itself with treasures of a new beginning…
How the month of love gave us new hope…
How the chilly air curled our toes…
And how it promised a breezy day to the residents of a tormented city.
I too fell prey to this phantasm and found myself lured into its inviting whispers…
Soon I felt taken by its hands into a place beyond dark desires…
And lost connection to real life.
They say nothing lasts forever…
And as much as we wanted to exist in this fairytale…
Our happily ever after was not meant to be.
Alas! We were left with a bright, blazing ball of fire up above us…
And had been buzzed back to the truth that is this city.
A city where human life is not accountable..
A city where surviving each day is a game of luck…
A city in need of a saviour…
A city where a few drops of heaven become an excuse to tweet…
A city I call home…
A city I call, my home.
