Chaos

Chaos

You sit on top of the highest building in the city. It’s the perfect weather for you at the moment, not too cold with just the slightest breeze wafting by. The sky is unnaturally clear for this time of year, something you are extremely grateful for tonight. This is the time that it is easiest to watch the city come alive with light. 

Everywhere you look there is beautiful successions of glittering bulbs. Some forming catchy slogans, some decorations for an upcoming holiday, others are just meant to act as a guiding light to those brave enough to walk the roads so late. It is on nights like these that you find yourself wondering how the city must look like from above. You imagine a beautiful map, dictated only by the soft twinkling of lights turning on and off in the buildings around you. You imagine that the city looks similar to the night sky you gaze upon in this instance. Beautiful, yet so far away. So alluring, drawing you in, tempting you to delve deeper and deeper into its secrets, to learn the things that no one else knows. 

As you gaze out at your city you come to realize all of the events that must be taking place right now. Somewhere somebody must be taking their last breath, you wonder what circumstances they are under but are too afraid to dive into the possibilities. Somewhere in the city someone must be lost, hurting, scared. But the lights give no indication that anything under them is wrong, so you move on. Somewhere in this city someone must be having the best night of their lives, a marriage proposal, a birthday party, reuniting with an old friend, the possibilities are limitless at this point. Somewhere in this city someone is turning to a life of crime, or maybe someone is turning to a path to help others, somebody in this city could even be neglecting neither the dark or the light path; taking only the path that benefits themselves. Once again, the lights give no sign that such monstrosities are taking place here tonight. 

The city itself must be buzzing with every kind of emotion imaginable by man. Happiness, sadness, fear, strength, they are all happening at once underneath the beautiful light show. With so much hurt and happiness going on below why is it that the city seems so quiet tonight? A cold wind causes you to shiver unexpectedly. 

Somewhere in this city there must be another person on a rooftop, high above all others, staring out at the lights and trying to find the chaos amongst the beauty. But no matter how hard one might search, they will never see the chaos from above. Only the beautiful lights that the city wants you to see. After all, chaos always has a pretty face.