London

My companion, my love, my city.

I found my shape.
In your arms I learned what loneliness means, learned to embrace solitude.
Appreciate it.
Come to need it.
Quiet.

You spread your wings out for millions of lonely souls.
They all come to you. Are drawn to you,
like little bugs, attracted to the light.
We come and seek freedom and opportunity. Big dreams. True life. 
Promise is loud.
But you can be cruel like a parent, forcing the child to grow.

Sometimes your touch hurts a lot. 
Pain.

I embraced every day with you. You helped me grow. Made me strong. 
Pushed me to find the courage to shape my triangles, bring them to live.
I found my voice.
What would I be without you?
Resilient.

I spent countless moments of heartbreak and melancholy with you.
I was never hopeless.
Or dreamless. Or faithless.
You never ceased to remind me of my own worth, and friendship.
The impact of a stranger’s humble gesture.
Vulnerable.

You taught me that it is possible to feel at home, anywhere.
To never be afraid of being on my own. Alone, not lonely.
To take joy in going on a date with myself.
You taught me to trust in people and in human kindness. 
It's overflowing. 

With you I learned what true sadness feels like,
and what it means to surrender to it.
Taste it. Embrace it. And move on.
Let go.

You taught me to take it easy, so I could sustain your tight embrace.
The more I resisted, the tighter your arms clasped around me.
There is no such thing as boredom. You can always turn to yourself.
Nothingness, abundance of possibilities. Waiting time, a vehicle.
Patience, the direct path towards the goal.
Humbled.

London, I came to you with only one certainty, 
the knowing that I had forgotten my true self.
I was disconnected and now I finally feel found.
Rediscovered. 

You give shelter to the lost and lonely. 
Yet once we are found it seems you loosen that tight embrace,
push your children forth.
You embody the concept of letting go.
Non-attachment.

I learned that with you.
You can’t be attached to anything in a city of open hands.
There is nothing to hold onto.
Nothing that would hold you. Nothing, but yourself.
Everything.