my cousin married a guy from another country. basically all of the guests were international...and gorgeous. and i got to see that there is so much out there. i definitely was "crushing" on someone there. it was funny though because it was one of those things where you meet someone and you know that it would never work and that you might NEVER see that person again...but it doesn't matter, you can't help but be attracted and intrigued. it was weird to because he was like 7 years older than me, but that makes so much more sense. someone who's my age is still too busy fucking around. i don't know. it was interesting. but, it's over and nothing will come of it. nice idea though.
on saturday we went into the city. i absolutely adore nyc, which is odd because i am normally such a country girl. when i'm there i just feel like anything is possible, a thing that i forget far too often.
it kind of inspired me to jot down a little something. which is also weird because i have basically lost all of my old creativity...
city streets.
cell phones ring, people answer
never hesitating from the steady rhythm of their feet
hitting the pavement.
cabbies yelling, honking, cursing
speeding, striving, never stopping
never slowing.
subways going, going, and going
the constant cadence beating, screeching
steaming, the rhythm of and underground world
always going, never ceasing.
the ghosts of the past lingering,
fleeting images, tile walls
tainted mosaics, sad benches
dirty stairways.
Above this world, tall buildings pierce the sky
this town reeks of progress, success
glory, corruption, the future
the past.
8 million hearts-beating, breaking, basking
dreaming, dying, dreading
hoping, wishing, running.
8 million people. i'm lost in the crowd.
and yet i love this town.
love,
b.
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