New York City
Tomorrow I have to leave this amazing view. So many times I came to this roof to watch the sun set. Who built you? And was it intentional that It would align its arches with the late summer sunset? I wanted to say my goodbyes to you bridge, to the landscape you shape, fueled by the ionic air of the Hudson breezing by. So much weight on you and beneath you and so steady your rock.
Goodbye, Washington Heights.
Empire State of Mind.
Fashion District, Manhattan
.sometimes i forget that am 20 stories off the ground and it gets cold up here sometimes in that knowledge. and this building shakes often and i wonder why, a sound structure over taking an entire nyc block. sometimes i even forget that there are 21 stories above me and i wonder why this place shakes. sometimes i forget the streets below are hollow with tunnels and i wonder why these tremors that i can clearly see in the water atop my desk? i wonder why this building shakes so often in the winter, is it expanding and contracting in the winds, is it the trains grinding steel deep down below, or the weight of its occupants shaking in anticipation of friday, i wonder why this building shakes so often on mondays, is it me? is it you?
It is of dissonance the dance and they move in the symphony.
Dying when another is born, as if to make room for a fresh dancer.
And a curse on their lips falls, and it hangs from them full of grace,
and grateful are those who walk with the gift of this curse on their lips.
What is it about the now that deserves my ignorance of the future?
and what of the past and its effects on the now.
what if everything was a state of mind?
