When The City Weeps So Do I

The City, today, was engulfed in those gloomy depressing gray misty clouds that make the buildings disappear.

In the country it would be mysterious and beautiful but here it makes everything seem ten times more gray and dense. You almost feel as if the mist is somehow creeping up on you and will soon swallow you like it did the Empire State Building.

All I wanted to do today was curl up next to you and watch the rain fall and the day creep by. It was one of those days when you just feel like you need a good cleansing cry while curled in a pair of strong arms. (You know those arms that are so gloriously muscled that even when resting the muscle underneath is both hard and fluid at the same time) The type of cry that mirrors the City's depression. You feel as dense as the gray monoliths that surround you, so heavy that at some moments you feel as if you cannot possibly pick up your own head. Every feeling, even happiness, has undertones of melancholy. When I look at you its with a sort of sad ecstasy, I could never see you with just pure sadness but it has become even harder when the City itself seems to weep with me.

The days when this overwhelming wretchedness casts itself over the City you cannot help but reflect its mood. The City thrives on its inhabitants yet we also thrive upon it.