Weeping Heart Of Stone (4Four4)

There they were. Both had reached the tipping point and things were about to happen. These two bodies were now mixed with and within the city; breathing, growing, amusing, hurting and decaying as one, only parting ways when the hearts of muscle and flesh would stop pumping life; The city's heart of concrete will simply keep beating forever.

She will waive both of them goodbye in a painful embrace thinking in her packed loneliness "you have become something else, something more, but I remain here unchanged".

This empress did not let them down while they were inhabiting her insides though. When experiencing a burst of joy, every cloud she wore on top of her head would wear a pure silver lining crying to be admired. Joy would immediately emerge and get painted on their faces. When she felt like spending time by herself, she would cry rivers, obliging them to look for refuge but allowing those who understood to share those precious moments with the loved one or to find him or her in that packed place where others were also avoiding the rain.

With the time, inhabitants of this leviathan of steel started resembling her; dazzling girls with railway long legs stretching ahead and leading us to misty, tunnels of comfort. Infants who become boys who become adults who turn into dust, like seeds that turn that turn into trees that turn into dead leaves in the dirty ground.

Fortunately, she was not helpless in her effort. In the shadowed corners created by the buildings which popped up like mushrooms since the end of the war, legions of black firebirds made their treasures out of the garbage of others. Nature perpetuated in impossible places giving the green touch that made the deep gray routine more bearable. The cimmerian river arms nurtured and craddled the desperate ones giving them peace of mind.

She, the city, The only mute witness of all kind of sins, capital or not, who always standed perfectly impartial, was about to witness in complete helplessness how two of her children would rather follow the void than spending some more time inside her.