Each amngle of the city emits a low frequebncy anxious hum.  The hum is the heart of many worrie,; boxed in and hopeless.  Surrounded by stimuli, the miinnd becomes overwhelmed through theenactment of a shock and awe campaign.  The red brick it is made of is heavy, firm, yet rough and angular like the city itself.  I had spent the day wandering, bummeing a cigarette here a couple dollars there, stealing a meal in others and generally living the life of theunprotected
It had been this way.
I had grown from the city, born in it's insanity I was crazy from it's bustle yet strong eithin it's boso.  Like the right woman, it stytrengthened me giving me words expeirence ideas but most of all giving me hope despite decrepitness from one moment to the next.
I had been here
The secrets of my pain I shared with no ne, not knowing yet communion or fear or hate or worry.  It was mine to doscover and despte the danger I knew I would make it through.
The city is ragged you see.
For time out of mind before beginings and activity, efore the desire for dominenece or anger I had wandered its hallowed halls.  But that was neither here nor there.  Today I had a plan, a hope for greatness I knew I would realize despite the doubt of others.
I wanted to move not jusst from but to and through ot against tough a lot would