My city.
Just musing really. I love Charlotte, NC. When i was a kid it was this magical place where none of the things that hurt me in KM could reach me. I remember coming here as a kid and being in awe of the tall glass and steel buildings. I could always see the ugliness, but that was ok because they weren't trying to hide it.
Moving here i got to be someone other than the child of addiction that had defined me. I didn't have to be the angry young man. Oh I absolutely was still, but didn't have to be. Nobody here knew i was hated in school, called psycho, freak, and monster. People judged and accepted me as me.
Now I can hear my Charlotte singing her song anywhere I am in her. The interstate, the trains, and the electricity coursing through the city sing me to sleep every night. But most of all I'm needed here. I can make an actual difference.
Later
Cuddles
Moving here i got to be someone other than the child of addiction that had defined me. I didn't have to be the angry young man. Oh I absolutely was still, but didn't have to be. Nobody here knew i was hated in school, called psycho, freak, and monster. People judged and accepted me as me.
Now I can hear my Charlotte singing her song anywhere I am in her. The interstate, the trains, and the electricity coursing through the city sing me to sleep every night. But most of all I'm needed here. I can make an actual difference.
Later
Cuddles