Dear New York City,
It is eleven on a rainy saturday and we are all still half asleep. I think I've forget what noise is. It so quiet here, its like everyone has forgotten the sounds of living. And how loud they could be, and how loud they should be. I've heard silence is a sign of insanity. I miss you car horn melodies that reminded me how that sanity was overrated.
Dear New York City,
I hope you know that I fell in love with you in five days. With you, I was drunk off a future I forgot could exist. Did you know all they do here is talk about you. Sometimes I look at my buildings from different angles pretending its you. This is how my heart breaks.
Dear New York City,
I love the way Manhattan tastes on my lips. It sounds like being young and dumb, like falling in love, it doesn't sound like high school, or retirement or me.
Dear New York City,
I am filled to the brim with the young, the terrified and the restless. Filled with dreamers, stuck in a small town dreaming of a big city. They wear your emblem on their chest, dreams falling from their backs. I think you should give them a call. I think we all need to hear from you.
Dear New York City,
Next time, take me with you.
Sincerely,
Smalltown Ohio.