The beep of the cars matches the beat in my heart.

The colors merge together like my grandma’s quilts: beautiful shades of mahogany, gold, and navy blue.

The screeches sound so pleasant until the birds in the past.

The pollution covers the stars but the streetlights make for a good replacement, as well as the, oh

The bright faces of little kids.

My hometown never had little kids

No —

Everyone was so mature.

The adults that crowded the streets walked in a straight line and the grocery store had a full candy isle of expired Skittles.

I suppose the expired can still be brought to life.

The smell of sweat and paint and someone sizzling filled my veins with a delicious fizz.

Was it Pepsi? Coca Cola? Or perhaps Fanta.

Stumbling into the street,

Crashing into the stalls,

Tripping over feet.

Everything is so real it feels exhilarating. So exhilarating it feels fake.

So exhilarating I forgot how I ended up here.