Journey Quick Write

...I'm from a city that's close to my heart. I’m from the soul of texas. I’m from the dirty streets. I’m from the art. Born in it. I’m from god but god is not from me. Faces are gone but not forgotten unfortunately. Somewhere another person is being born and coming from a place. A place. A different place. I’m from a broken family. Half of them disowning. Half of them that are from another place. I’m from the music played throughout the sky. I feel so happy yet so alone. I’m from the year of the sheep. Sitting on plains feeling as so. I may be from the city but the city is really from me. Once I realize this I can move on. But until then i'm just another person stuck in the city.