New York’s Mind

The more the people, the more the pain. Friendships are mindless crashes.

The big city full of crowds
Different types of people
With the same mind
Talking one by one in the streets
Blowing the negativity like a wasteful litter
Mindful but cracked
Concrete stone for shoes
Walking with multiple friends
The friends of feelings
Whispering my voice in soulless words
Like a Broadway without a performance
History of this city repeats itself
Tall skies with low winds
Silently waiting to get knocked down by the breeze
Treatment of my visit here is reminiscent
Leaving here is hard
My friends are loving it here
Calling me to stay in this city with them
The loud sounds are beautifully present