Every time I leave new York city
Every time I leave new York city it feels like something colossal is taking place. As I bob back and forth in the back of a taxi cab, head phones on, music playing, just crossing the crest of a bridge til the skyscrapers of my neighborhood fall back and fade into oblivian, it's like I'm living out a closing scene at the end of another act of the play that has become my life. It's a feeling of something poetic, something of romantic perfection, as if the planets have aligned and some divine piece of knowledge has been thrust upon me at just that moment. It's like a beautiful, living, breathing work of art that can only be observed by the one person experiencing it all first hand, of a medium made of sorrow, joy and hope. As I speed off and away, getting farther away from my present life and closer to my past, I cant help but feel lost. I've got three different houses in two different states that I can go back to at any time, but I am still without a single home.