Surviving.
That's all I've been doing.
Floating around the city like I've already lost my soul.
A city that chews you up, spits you out without giving you an actual form of escape.
Until he told me I was his.
A spark of color and warmth amidst the grey.
But I know more than anybody, that life will throw punches at you when you least expect it.
This is the city that never sleeps.
The city that always weeps.