Brownstone guides me to solace
to history laced in gold
traditions passed down
land that’s older than dawn
her streaks clouding the downtown
warm feelings melt into my heart and soul
in July thunderstorms and fireworks
and exploding laughter in tiny dorms
little homes in quiet places
my legs well trodden
my feet slipping in their shoes
it gives me hope
that I can clutch onto a fantasy that’s really real
I won’t be alone forever
because the brick and ivy will bring me across dimensions
there is no venom to spill and slip into my veins
here my words have an audience
and dopamine is true and valid and flowing constantly from every ray of sunshine and droplet of rain
I cherish each image
hoping I’ll be able to recreate the pictures
and retrace my footpaths
one day when I find the bronze key to unlock the gates
that will welcome me just as pretty as my dreams
and ready to let me in and sweep me up into true adulthood and freedoms
let me fly
fly and not crash
and let the winds hopefully guide me to your brownstone comforts.