Broken City Thanks

شكرا [Shukraan]

Thanks

شكرا [Shukraan]

Thank you

شكرا جدا [Shukraan jiddaan]

Popcorn ceilings plaster halls of pavement quietly buzzing & linearly stacked with exits. How can we leave if we haven’t arrived? The bright sky is still host to dreary clouds approaching. The thick grass is still littered with sheep. The passengers of the path chase rubies while letting diamonds slip to the right. I have only just arrived at a high contrast sign, pointing me away(ushering me to the one way out.) Trying to hurry me out of the country side & back into a city I belong.But how different is each one from the next? Scaffolding, bus stops, and building rain drops. A center buzzing. Building, scaffolding, so much reconstructing. Is the city broken, or are we? اجاك يحليها عماها