Queen of Queens

I can’t live in the city anymore. Too many memories occur when I sit in the subway. The 7 Train is always crowded. I chose Queens because it’s not Manhattan. Queens is slightly better than Manhattan. It has culture, quaint artistic flair, and authenticity. Most of the residents are immigrants that don’t dress like the just got out of a 90’s music video. Queens reminds me that in simplicity, there’s peace.

I roll my suitcase down the street after making an unsolicited move. My phone rings, but I ignore it. No one knows where I went but me, myself, and God. This will be good. Or at least I have to keep this mentality up no matter what. I need to know I can do it. Without my sponsor. Without a crutch. Without him.