Chicago.She’s your kind of town. Smiling effortlessly her eyes show culture and art, her soul desolving out with lyrical verse and a symphonies rise making you heddy with importance. In a moment she’s the unapproachable savant, aluf and unaware, her moulded ceilings are her crowning glory, interwoven and designed with a secret pattern unknown for centuries but that secrets hers for the keeping. But even with that you follow her body and see exposed brick, her soul pulses strength, so that even in her darkest alley has a beautiful past.
Her poise and power turn showing you the angle of her warmth. She’s horn-rimmed windows, and steel countertops, she’s vintage wallpaper, marble floors, and tiffany lamps. Crisp and warm she’s everything you need her to be, yet unyeildingly herself. She smells of Ralph Lauren Safari and coffee beans.