Skies that Never Sleep in New York City
Skies that Never Sleep in New York City
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New York doesn’t ask for your attention.
It takes it.
Loud. Brilliant.
Alive at all hours.
I arrived at midnight.
Times Square pulsed like a heartbeat
you couldn’t ignore.
Taxi horns.
Steam grates.
People with purpose and nowhere to be.
I walked with no map.
Let the lights lead me.
Neon jazz.
Billboards that blinked like blinking mattered.
In the morning,
I went to Central Park.
Joggers. Dog walkers. Daydreamers.
The trees knew peace
even if the city never stopped moving.
At a bench, I opened 온라인카지노,
checked the Knicks score —
because in New York,
sports feel like religion.
Later, I rode the subway.
Got lost.
Got found.
Heard a saxophonist play “Autumn in New York”
and cried a little.
I ate a bagel in silence.
Watched a woman dance in a crosswalk.
Laughed with a stranger about the pigeons
that refused to move.
At the Met, I stood before a painting
older than every building outside.
It felt like the only quiet in a city
made of sound.
Back in Brooklyn,
I watched the skyline blink
from a rooftop bar.
Opened 안전한카지노,
saw a message from a friend in Seoul,
and realized the city’s lights
reached farther than I could imagine.
New York didn’t change me.
It reminded me I was already many people
in one pair of shoes.