If my thoughts were a place,
They would look like an empty meadow—or maybe a crowded and noisy city.
The first city that comes to mind is New York.
Everyone has had the New York dream at some point in their lives.
For me, New York is the same as my mind:
Crowded and noisy, yet as peaceful as a meadow.
When I close my eyes, I see a beautiful view from a skyscraper,
With lights so lovely, yet unnoticed—
Because everyone is asleep.
But I stay quiet, watching this beautiful, silent place.
It gives me peace.
Towards morning, the faint sound of police sirens echoes.
This is New York:
A quiet but noisy place,
A classic city every child dreams of.
So, this is my mind.
If my thoughts were a place,
They would look like New York.
Oct 19, 2025
Oct 19, 2025 at 7:24 AM UTC
If my thoughts were a place,
They would look like an empty meadow—or maybe a crowded and noisy city.
The first city that comes to mind is New York.
Everyone has had the New York dream at some point in their lives.
For me, New York is the same as my mind:
Crowded and noisy, yet as peaceful as a meadow.
When I close my eyes, I see a beautiful view from a skyscraper,
With lights so lovely, yet unnoticed—
Because everyone is asleep.
But I stay quiet, watching this beautiful, silent place.
It gives me peace.
Towards morning, the faint sound of police sirens echoes.
This is New York:
A quiet but noisy place,
A classic city every child dreams of.
So, this is my mind.
If my thoughts were a place,
They would look like New York.