sometimes i really miss New York. with the recent memorial of 9/11 i was flooded with beautiful memories.
i miss the way the city never sleeps.
as much as i griped about the noise, sometimes, believe it or not, i miss the sounds of sirens and garbage trucks.
i miss the glitz and glam of the Broadway lights.
i miss the fashionista walk way.
the little girl in me had so many big dreams and NY made them come true.
if i can make it there, i can make it anywhere.
in a New York State of mind.
i still feel those dreams and they drive me to keep pushing.
the dreams shall be made and i just need a little give and take.
when it comes down to reality, i remember Chinatown and Little Italy the most.
i’ll be taking a flight soon and be able to revisit where it all began for me.
i realize i betrayed myself and am so worthy of the platter at my feet.
sending my love, light, and hope it softens those cruel edges.
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