A place where lights shine so bright. Buildings reach up and touch an ever changing sky. A sea of people flood the streets, traveling to the beat of their own drum.
For some time I’ve wished to travel here – to get lost amongst the crowd. I want to climb so high on steel platforms that I can reach and almost touch the sky.
I don’t want to call you home, just to visit for a little while. Find a small apartment lined with brick walls. I wish to open my balcony door and let in the sounds of the city – maybe sit on my balcony as nature floods the streets with rain. Sitting with a coffee in one hand and a book in the other, letting the bitter aroma and sounds of turning pages fill the air.
Maybe even find my spot in a coffee shop and resting my fingers on keys. My thoughts making a universe of my own.
Possibilities span as high as the tallest skyscraper. A place where dreams flourish and take flight. A place called New York sounds just right.