But I am not your city.
I am not the familiar lights that you knew. I am not the noise that you’re used to. I not built with concete walls and ceilings. I’m not those pretty landscape and rushing vehicles.
I am a vacation house. Or that place you stay at when you’re in the mountains or when you go to the beach. I am peace rather than noises. I am unwinding rather than hectic rushing. I am silence. I am harmony. I am not made of buildings and lonely streets. I am not used to having many people passing through me. Unfamiliar. Unknown.
And you’ll enjoy me. I know you will. You’ll appreciate my nature. You’ll like my peace. You’ll crave for my comfort.
But you will always look for your city. You’ll always go back to your city. The city that you love.
I am not your city.