I feel deprived of yellow taxis.
And hobos.
And looking around the corner and seeing Tim Gunn.
And going into a corner deli and getting the best bagels EVER.
I miss the pizza.
And knowing my best friends live a block away.
And the smell of fresh garbage in the morning.
And taking the subway and bumping into an old friend, or a teacher with her boyfriend.
I hate not being in the heart of everything.
And not being able to say: "I live in Manhattan!"
And not being able to go to a dog park.
And not walking into Central Park every weekend.
It sucks knowing I can't walk down Fifth Avenue on Saturdays.
And that I can't go outside and befriend everyone, whether they want to or not.
And that I can't sit in the middle of the street when it's "raining" and sing my heart out.
And that I can't walk along Broadway everyday.
But then I look up.
And I see stars for the first time in a long time.
And I forget about all of those little things.
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