Coexistence

I -Ninety Five was the catalyst, all of it’s traffic so prominent. That golden opportunity wished, I-Ten is a brand new environment. Harmony always seems to elude me in a sea of loud noise and clutter. Still a part of me’s linked to the city, I was built on lime bread and butter. Rudimentary train maps I dismissed, I’m familiar with this urban pavement. However there are things on my list that I must have to truly feel content. Palm trees accentuate the sea and divulge coastal life with a stutter. It’s a different life in the country, but with change I don’t fall, I flutter. Fond of stability with a bubbly twist, I hold dear places with time spent. Bouncing around longing to coexist I’m a catcrobat, one hundred percent.