They're tall. Towering, actually.

It's a place that touches the sky, touches you.

The people…they're everywhere.

Between the buildings, the alleys, the stalls.

The venders sell everything.

Illegal, legal, sex and drugs and flowers.

Everything.

I wish you could see it.

Maybe if you were here, I could see it.

Maybe I'd see the smiles on their faces rather than the pity.

Maybe I'd see blossoms rather than the wilting petals.

I wish you were here, where I could see you. Touch You. Kiss you.

Maybe then, I'd see everything.