big cities, little grammar

I love to travel because a part of me loves
discovering different energies in different spaces,
sometimes only to learn about the lack thereof.
as someone who’s been everywhere [cue Johnny Cash],
let me tell you a little something:
colonies and cultures
religions and cults,
they all start from somewhere.
one person and another,
collectively growing in consciousness.
and despite our differences
the unity of grouping results in the same medium of expression.
and it’s art.

there’s art in the body you’re in, and there’s art in another continent.
because we all have music, and we’re made to hear
it's just the metaphysical sense of energies vibrating in various frequencies in certain altitudes of the world to create a tune
for its geographical region or its religious followers
it's the way musicians and politicians are made.

it’s as close yet as distant,
as how much different
you spend your 24 hours
from someone across the world from you
and from your own roommate.

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