standing atop of the world
the city never shone brighter
its intensity grew
the further and further i got;
completely independent from the distance,
i realized time made all the difference.

the tightening of my muscles
and the wariness of my eyes,
from being in the city
to the emotions it inspired
to the sights
the wonders
the potholes and picket fences
to the typical blue shutters;

it transgressed from a simple location
into something that could never be done justice
even with lengthy descriptions of every crack in every side walk
of every bird that chirped
or of each individual ray of sun that struck the ground

...and i was floating further and further
with every second that passed
and instead of becoming smaller
everything expanded into something unimaginable