My favorite place, the drive through •When I look at you, I swear I see a city full of beautiful bright lights and opportunities. I see so much life behind your eyes that I almost want to live, just to see where your streets will take me. Like cities often do you have a past, but you carry it as if it has no weight and I can’t help but admire how you do that.
But when you look at me I can’t help but wonder if you see what I do. An old worn down town, the lights on its one diner left slowly flickering out. Do you see the abandonment? Can you tell how many people have come just to leave? Ran through me, straight to another destination, not bothering to see what I can offer? Do you see that despite how much I try and conceal it, can you see that I’m just a deserted town that others pass through just to get to someplace better?