Sunday, December 28, 2008

City Lights

All this time, she had been waiting for someone or something to be that key that would fit the lock of the complicated machine that was her soul, and to click the gears in place. Now she was not sure that there were such a key. Perhaps it was the gears themselves that would change. However, at times, she found this metaphor disturbing.

The vastness of the city was reflected in its ever-burning lights, and she breathed in the sight from the hilltop. How she loved the city lights! Beyond mere loveliness, each light seemed to her a declaration of defiance against the natural darkness. Each light a person struggling to affirm their own brightness amidst the cold callousness of mere existence.

She walked around until she felt her knees go lax, and then she went home, more at peace.

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