Tarmac

I could wrap myself in the tarmac of this city; graze on the grasses and the leaves.

The noises could sing me to sleep, loud and soft and sharp and smooth; I can rest my head at the sound of sirens and sunsets.

I would let the castle keep me safe, let gothic architecture stand next to me like a brother.

The water flows through me; the bodies are connected; this is a place and so much more.