I can't sleep. I have been reading my journal from the summer, and missing the city so much. I miss my walk from the Subway to the apartment at night. I miss the lemon cupcakes something awful. I crave the smell of coffee from cafes and the ease of jumping on a bus to ride downtown. I miss the language of taxis honking and the humid air swallowing everything and everyone. Central Park has been calling me for days... to see the lake, the random musicians, the enamored couples (of all ages) awkwardly posing for photos or holding hands or scolding children or whatever else couples do.
I feel like I left a big part of me there this summer. Probably so that I would have to go back and retrieve it.
Sometime all full with feasting on your sight
And by and by clean starved for a look;
Possessing or pursuing no delight,
Save what is had or must from you be took.
And by and by clean starved for a look;
Possessing or pursuing no delight,
Save what is had or must from you be took.
-W. Shakespeare
I miss you so much, Manhattan.
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