I've been contemplating words. Contemplating emotions. Contemplating dreams. Wishing on opaque stars in my New York City skies, but confusing distant specs of neon lights for stars. I have hopes that my mild hesitation will activate a new minute sense of direction. The next move has to be the best move!
I'm tired of carrying a wrinkled map, where X supposedly marks the spot. I'm exhausted of the excess baggage on my shoulders. I'm sweaty from the endless walks up and down Broadway or Houston; it's become one endless carousel ride through this city. I'm finally nauseous of the round and round. I sleep on park benches hidden in the magical oasis of Central Park. I clothe myself with the Wall Street Journal and New York Times. I'm fully aware of current events. I drink a few 40 oz and eat Sabrett hot dogs. I bathe in Columbus Circle and dance the night away on a random city street-I'm too drunk to remember!
This is how I found him. He stared at the world with illuminating browns. He extended his hand and I nodded my head. We understood. He too had questions all too similar to mine. Through this journey we hold closer than close. We're one. The city of lights. The city of enchantment.
I romanticize my honey dreams under the Broadway lights. YES! Is that not why we came here for? To shine in the city lights?! YES! That's it! THAT'S WHY!
He sings at the top of his lungs in tuned to the beat; just like his heart-boooboom-boooboom....YES! This is where his story unfolds. Through each lyric and musical note he confesses his dreams filled with treble clefs and melodies never played or sung.
Who will strike gold today?
Raw and gritty.
Filthy, but beautiful.
I pick at the dirt beneath my fingernails. Not one thing is pure. Hidden agendas. Mirages of success. Sirens of love. I brush my matted hair. I looked at my reflection in a window on 5th Ave. I wonder if he knows I still wake up from dreams where his name lingers in the back of my throat and escapes lustfully from my lips.
I see him walking up behind me. I smile.
Did he see my body wither, when I dejectedly sat on the corner of 14th and 6th waiting for his return?
We walked right into the den of lions together in Times Square. I should have noticed his lion paws, but I was too busy lost in his eyes. I couldn't resists his aura. I, too am a lioness. I'll roar at the top of my lungs from the top of the Empire State building to let it vibrate and echo through the city; "WE ARE HERE! DEAL WITH IT!"
Now off to fingerprint the city. Call it the perfect dream heist.
We still hold each other closer than close.
One letter, one note, we are one.
Together we break blocks.
=Nadya Nataly
Originally Posted On Site: 2010-10-02 13:47:32
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