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.
