Living in the city grey clouds surround me choking the healing light of Sun People moving machines life at hard edges cutting into my soul. I walk sordid sidewalks alone in a sea of people my life drowning away. Disregarded in the shadows I find a torn photograph. An image of beauty hidden behind impossible existence in a worndown world. A closer look my existence shook and tumbled to the ground at the vision of Canyon Dreams The busy street stood still the image worked its will looking alive in this dead graveyard a ray of sun shone through onto the tattered picture of Canyon Dreams The city shattered around me reality cutting struggling free bleeding away city lifeless life wind escaping my lone body the only image before me was of my Canyon Dreams Today on 57th street the body of a young woman was found clutching a photograph.... No foul play is evident, thought investigation is still underway as to the cause of her death....
Reason for writing:
After living in the Grand Canyon for 3 months a few years
ago (summer job) I found it hard to get back to 'city'
life....
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