

Untitled I stand on the ledge. The entire city is spread beneath me, a massive, throbbing, pumping, beating organism, which in my many years I have seen grow from a couple of houses strewn on a patch of dry land.Untitled by ~yberry
It would be romantic to say that I am the city. After all, we both grew together from nothingness. But you could never tell these days. My sister, the city, grows, her pulse steadily quickening as she bursts with life at the seams. While my memories at times still recall vivd sensations of days that were, that I lived fully, my skin is crumbling. My body is a rotting shell that cannot be husked because I am inseparably contained within. Look