The Color Purple

 Every time I turn the corner I see it. Every time I turned the corner I see it. I'm still driving, but I'm not where I am. I'm where I want to be. It's not the life that exists between the skyscrapers at allures me it's the interlinkage I feel. This is my home, a place I've known forever. The familiarity is not why we belong together. It's the spark. The longing I have that's how I know. I wouldn't want to be anywhere else.