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Tuesday, September 8, 2009

Where the heart is...


I miss New York, the New York that is she.
Where Lady Liberty lies and boasts her strength and beauty. The city has always been good to me. She surrounds my spirit and makes me feel like life exists. She does not judge me, nor does she tear my soul into pieces with lies and misconceptions of beauty. I am the happiest when I am there in the core of her existence, listening to the noise of her heartbeat. She isn't blinded by her own lights & egos as Hollywood is blinded by its. Her humility is her grace.
New York offers guidance, clarity amongst the chaos wrapping it's energy around me embracing my uniqueness and eccentricity. Her hustle and her ambition provides encouragement; spreading through the city like a wind gusting through the towers as it cleans up what was left behind by the admirerers and thieves.
My heart is comforted and my emotions are safe like family secrets amongst the NY streets.
She gives me everything that I thought was lost -- the true essence of me.
The passion, the love, the energy, reminding me to love life.
To live. Breathe. And keep fighting to be what she had instill in me.


Not everyone loves New York, and New York doesn't love just anybody. It takes a nurturing and profound person who amplifies her free and expressive nature from her indecisiveness to the stubborn arrogance, to the gentle emotions and passion for life to really understand what is New York.
To love New York is to let her be, to share with the rest of the world all her glories.
New York is she.
You cannot tame a city that is so vibrant and so weightless.
I love New York.
But New York does not belong to me.
New York is she.
And forever
She is me.