I never know how to start these things, but i guess i just did, so i can't back out now.
I can feel the smoke.
I can hear the lights.
I can see the walls of this city tremble from the motion.
what a far-fetched kind of notion.
that one could feel this city, in the kind of way that makes you aware of its
pulsing breath.
the streets crumble beneath my feet and suddenly this city leaves me.
the breathing stops, the lights go silent, and the smoke becomes stale, cold air.
I kept my eyes closed and just let it all happen. I felt a dragging in my stomach and a pulling from inside.
then it all stopped.
i open my eyes and actually return.
New York, I can't stop dreaming about you.