6th and Congress

I'm sitting here staring through the glass window facing 6th street. The sun is about to go down and the city lights will soon come on. The Frost Tower which is a little more than a football field away from me will shine as brightly as a night lit owl or a glacier from deep in the Atlantic(depending on who you ask). This street will soon be filled with people of than the business types that occupy the worn pavement during the day. Young types will soon fill these busy downtown streets. Their way of thinking is what causes this city to stay so beautiful, creative and energetic. Everyone has their own lives and no one seems to mind. The breeders will venture to their water holes that are located just a few short blocks from where I'm sitting. They will play their normal mating ritual game. You know the one where you get drunk and talk to strangers and try to find someone, anyone to go home with at the end of the night. Just two blocks south of here is where the real party will be. The free spirits that roam this city will come together in peace. They don't fear that same things that those before them have. They live so carelessly in this city, which is another reason that makes this place so great. They play the same mating ritual game of getting drunk and finding anyone, someone to go home with at the end of the night. Yet there are those of us(myself included) that no longer have the need to venture out in search of the night's next feast. There are those of us who know the danger that this sort of behavior brings. Not only emotional, but physical and mental. There are those of us who have now shed that skin and just live in peace. Across from me there is this gym, a place that I will probably never explore. Through these doors enter the pretty people, the healthy people who don't poison themselves with alcohol, beer or other things. Well maybe they don't but on a more rare occasion than I. Half that enter and leave that gym are part my kind or part breeder. In this place I'm sure eyes glaze over every muscular piece of flesh in there. Breeder or not, it is none the less enjoyed. Giver or Reciever it still feels good knowing that someone, anyone is looking. Pretty people love this. There is also lifeless forces that too roam this city. Their eyes their own true journal of what they've lived. Their stories may hold some fact or be complete fiction depending on the true mental state of this being. They have fallen so far down, they they may never rise again in their lifetime. There are those of us who live without worry of where our next meal will come from and we merely forget the faces on the street that ask us for change, a smoke or a decent meal. Just as the lifeless being will forget ours once the next stranger approaches. But with lifelessness comes life, in the form of a lifeless being dressed as those of my kind are so famous for dressing, and just as breeder as those who walk the same streets he does. The sun is coming down now, and I must go towards my next adventure.