I'm on the Empire State Building.
The air has never felt so thin,
my clothes so light,
almost weightless in the way they fit.
It's rush hour.
Below me, the bustling pace
of the Big Apple. New York City
never sleeps, so they miss things often.
It's a Sunday morning.
I can hear the bells...
They're louder than usual today.
Is there a wedding?
Everything's black.
The dresses, suits, the ties, the back of my eyelids.
I'm at the peak of the city that never sleeps.
The angels have begun descending.
I'm ready.
Sep 24, 2015
Sep 24, 2015 at 3:41 PM UTC
I'm on the Empire State Building.
The air has never felt so thin,
my clothes so light,
almost weightless in the way they fit.
It's rush hour.
Below me, the bustling pace
of the Big Apple. New York City
never sleeps, so they miss things often.
It's a Sunday morning.
I can hear the bells...
They're louder than usual today.
Is there a wedding?
Everything's black.
The dresses, suits, the ties, the back of my eyelids.
I'm at the peak of the city that never sleeps.
The angels have begun descending.
I'm ready.
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