Poetry / the only living boy in New York

i really would like to go to new york city.

being in the most recognized state in the u.s.

surrounded by sky scrapers and snow (winter obviously)

i love the image nyc presents.

i think i am much more an east coast person.

i never go to the beach.

my favorite area in my city is downtown la, and thats the closest you can get to nyc here.

i know some people probably might think i want to go to nyc just to see them.

this is not the case.

only problem is my career goal (game design) is centered here

in california

i hoped this entry would become a poetic thing i could read to remind me of what i think would happen to my life in nyc.

i obviously failed at that.

i saw Garden State.

i loved it.

i want everything that guy had in that movie.

a relationship,

a motorcycle with a side-car,

a life unbound by restrictions.

my ideal setting, for the rest of my life, is probably somewhere where at night the lights float softly around in the cool fog that wisps through the tall pines. somewhere where i am completely content, and i feel safe and loved.

but mainly loved.

i do not know where this place is.

in the u.s. it could possibly be somewhere in the mid-west, or even the streets of nyc viewed from an apartment up in the sky.

in europe, i imagine england, barcelona, germany, prague.

i need to go back to my roots.

in europe.

i went to spain a couple months ago, and it was an amazing experience.

to afford such a trip i would probably need to go with a friend.

but i almost want to go alone.

i want to go to nyc alone.

i want to go to europe alone.

i want to go somewhere…

alone.

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