Houston

As sweet as the smog, as concrete the beauty, my future, nay, my destiny lies in the marsh of Houston. It is where I will forge myself anew, where my heart will turn a season and my mind sharpen its dull points. It is where I will become myself, where I will imitate the sun by bursting through the foul and ugly mists of vapors. Like the ozone burning bright, my light will glow with iridescent glory.