separation anxiety |six|

A slightly generic glow of homesickes washes out of the gleaming panels of glass.  They brilliantly reflect the blinking city lights.  From miles away, the skyline shines like a star, ostentatious and inviting.  aWalking the bustling streets of Chicago helps me forget the sinking pit in my stomach, the violet pounding and hammering in my head.  Chicago helps me forget my home, because I feel at home.  Faceless pedestrians brush my shoulders, ignore the wonderious buildings they have walked past so many times.  They bore holes into the cracked sidewalk as they scurry away, rats and mice looking for food and shelter.  Distracted, I set my own pace.  Chicago is one big flurry of commotion, and I can’t really help but stop and stare.

truth be told, it’s my favorite place to be.