i_want_my_city_back ItGirl I want it back the way it was... Sometimes when I can't remember what is here and what has gone, I drive the streets I knew too well and lose my self in them. I'm four or tewlve or sixteen and the city limits are my own... I've changed so much and gone so far and yet I'm still right down the road... I drive back here and look around at the place I once called home. They've change the colors of the houses... the name of my pizza shop... the baseball fields still look the same, but I don't know the players faces... Home is never where you leave it... I've made my home in places... broken concrete, faded walls... I've torn off all my skin and grown a new one to match... Molting hurts the most... I've moved to a place where nobody calls... here I'm just another lonely face in a sea of forgotten eyes... My city is a maze, changing daily, ever growing... my life is not a stright line, but a tangle of broken threads... some retied and woven back into a shape I know... some drift away and get caught in the wind that never ceased to blow 040325 ... counterentity I want the distorted noise, the long lines, the dust, the masses. Anything but this cursed silence that now blankets the still streets. But most of all, I want you back, my love, my life. 040609 ... pete I'm sick of this city. I want my town back. My small town of 17 000. I want my city friends to be there. I want the folk scene to be there too. And I don't want to live in my parent's house there. I just want my town back. And I hope dealmalgamation happens. Who thought that putting 45 000 or so farmers and ruralites together with 30 000 towners and villagers was a good idea? From where the 'city' begins it is half an hour to the first village, and you are through that in five minutes. But that is not the city I want to leave. I want the cedar forest that snakes along the river to be here. None of this paved path, filled with people thing. But the off trail, snaking route where the trees allow it to the various outposts of my child hood and adolescants (which I am still in). The one wall on the top of the hill. The pond 5 minutes from the trail, which I, of course, found by avoiding the trail. The trees hanging over the water. The stars. Oh the stars! And the sound of birds, insects, small mammals, and the water uninteruppted by cars, loud kids, and the lights of the city haze. 040609 what's it to you? who go blather from