People always say you're overcrowded,
Piled up high, because there's no room
to spread your arms out wide.
Though I walk your streets and always find shade,
because people are my comfort.

A couple elbow bumps and maybe a "*******"

or two

doesn't ruin my day.


There are things here,
Ideas
Events
Passion
Things you can't find in the solitude of home.

That's why I'd choose to breath in this
damp, claustrophobic air.
If I lose myself in my head,
I'd never live outside of my body.
This place,
You,
Gives me that option.