i feel it all

Somewhere between 48th Street and Broadway, 

between the departure and the arrival, 

between her and me,

between then and now

I lost myself. 

I lost myself in a city strewn with hot pavement, wet trash, and smashed cigarettes.  

I lost myself in a city that never sleeps, never awakens, and never shuts up. 

I  lost myself in a city that loves itself.

A narcissistic partner and an abusive relationship waiting to happen. 

But in these moments where I believed that everything in my life was completely meaningless and unimportant compared to the glow of the lights broadway and of the neon signs outside my bedroom window, 

I found myself...falling in love lost with a city, a supernatural being, an entire aesthetic known only to those who have truly experience it....

and i never wanted to be found again. 

This is my New York, or rather, my first two weeks in it. 

my first new york rain, and what do you do during such an event? 

you drench yourself by dancing in it....obviously

But on nice days, you can go to festivals. And eat fried oreos, if you are really in the mood for it. Mind, i come from the fattest city in the world so i've had my fair share of fried foods. i was more interested in the farmer's market at union. the entire square smelled like basil and fresh tomatoes. so basically, my heaven. 

Colors of all kinds, i believe this was sheeps' wool woven into thread. 

Through it was hot as hell by the time it was noon, i still felt like this was worth it. South American arepa with mozt flair......nice, warm, tasty, delicious. Food got my mind off the weather.  

Of course, everyone has their own alternative methods of dealing with heat. i believe naps in a stroller works just fine.