Sitting on my AMTrack train at Penn Station at 7.15 in the morning I felt an immense sense of melancholy as my mind rolled through the events of the last 8 days in New York. The city has seduced me, taken my soul while I was off guard and sliced off a piece. With each blast of the train’s horn it seemed to spread that piece over the state, echoing between the buildings, down alleys, through the subway, bars, restaurants and parks. I feel like I have left something important in New York and I need to go back and find it. A yearning, like that for a lost love boils in my chest. I can still hear that horn, signaling not only my departure from the city but my arrival.
One part of me wants to recount every beautiful and amazing waking moment that I spent in New York. Wants to share my experience and shake any one willing to listen until they open their eyes and see what I have seen. But then I think that doing so will dilute this warm elixir of NYC I have bottled in me. It is mine and I am not willing to share it. It feels selfish. I guess it is something you’ll just have to experience for yourself.
I rate this post 9 out of Gay “emotionally sensitive”
Seriously though, NY looks like i imagined it to be. Can’t wait to visit.
August 1st, 2009 at 11:25 amENJOY!!!!!!!!!!!
August 2nd, 2009 at 1:51 pmWHAC-A-MOLE! hahahahahahahahaha…i hope you played. you’d better have.
August 3rd, 2009 at 7:42 pm