it was 7:42 in new york city, and we shared the same time zones, yet it was 31 degrees.
i knew new york would wait because places didn't change their mind about you and run away or fall in love with you. places became sedentary, the sunset came almost everyday at almost the same hour. the only difference was the people who admired it and the colors, ranging from your 5th birthday cake pink, to your old friends eye color blue, or your old soccer jersey orange. feeling infatuated with a place i didn't even know completely was familiar to me because i became infatuated with people distant from me. i don't know if it was a defense mechanism so i wouldn't get hurt by the ones closest to me, or if it was because i was allowed to make up a false identity of them in my head. the unknown was the only thing i craved for. but the unknown can become the known and the question floats above my head, will i still love the unknown once it becomes known? is everything an illusion and a figment of imaginations, turning into whirlwinds of crazy infatuations? i need to find the truth, but new york is so far, and everyone unknown shook me, made me wonder, tremble, spin round and round into confusions and questions. there was an unknown that was near, from a saturday night, from 6:30 pm, January, that i was sure about. the curiosity leads to an array of questions i can only answer if i approach the unknown.