Ramblings No. 1

She sat on the ledge. It was truly a beautiful city. Elder trees lined up, exactly and precisely where they needed to be. Pigeons took turns perching on their branches. Occasionally, cars would drive past, the clouds reflected and dancing on their windscreens. Music blared from the windows of the usual suspects: teens celebrating youth, middle aged men trying to relive it. The world seemed to present itself to her on a silver platter, impressing her with it's wonder.
So why, when she had dived into the heart of the delicious metropolis, had it been so disgusting?
The trees seemed to claw at her back, the pigeons jeering at her every move. The clouds would rain on her, the cars purposefully blind her with their headlights. The very same teens celebrating their youth shunned her from their groups, and the middle aged men tried to take her as their own by force. The city once promised it would belong to her, but that was a lie. She did not own the city, no.
The city owned her.
Slowly she stood up. She turned to leave her perch and walk back into her normal and organised life.
But the city pushed her back. And the city let her fall.