Arcadia

4

I'm only learning to love, and I hope it will be enough. I find reasons to come back, but not enough to stay. People like us, we weren't meant to have a home, were we? Only the streets and the stars above our heads.
I'll keep coming back, for the cobbled streets, the smell of rotting books, the empty trams, the neon lights, the cracks in the tombs, the souls trying to escape. I will come back for the sake of a love that never was, I will come back for the demons I befriended, just to see it all go down to dust. I will come back for the sunny afternoons that I hated. I will have to come back, because I don't have anywhere else to go. This is where I belong, this is me. This is home.
This is our city. Struck between what was and what could have been, in that little place between the light and shadow, forever elusive, forever changing. Chaos is beautiful, isn't it? The city rots and thrives, full of life, bereft of love.