La Città

i have photographs of memories so wide and spacious pressed close to my heart. in my mind, Us tripping each other, the night, with flashing bulbs of the city, green growth in the wide cracks in between the squares, and oblivious people milling around us, the whole world surrounding us. we are the center. and the sky was a cauldron, up there, someone was brewing a storm. the whole world was covered in this doom. it was breathtaking.