my way
Friday, April 4th, 2008
sometimes new york is like a ghost town even though there are so many people around. its like this day and night and its fucked up how alone i can feel when i’m completely surrounded. i wonder up and down the same streets and each time i notice something different even though i’m watching the same thing. somebody asks me for change and people talk in different languages. sometimes what they said could be translated with common sense and i always pretend i can comprehend. my life depends on crosswalks and signs but for some reason i end up going the opposite way all the time. its only for a block or so then i realize the sun is in my eyes and i’m walking on the wrong side. sometimes i wish i had run away. i thought i could turn my back on that person but in retrospect i couldn’t and maybe i would have bumped into the one had i gone right instead of to my other left.
