Well shoot, this is pretty tough. I live in New York City, and I know my city very well. There are a lot of amazing places. So to answer this question, I must have to break down, what I would consider the top 3 places and hopefully at the end say what’s my favorite.
Okay, in parts of my life I came to love different places in New York City. I love all three.
he High Line is for the views, food and vibes, it’s intimate and cozy.
South Street Seaport is for the escape, the atmosphere, the passion and the exotic quality an fine adventure.
Brooklyn Bridge Park is the wild outdoors, the party, the crew, the excitement, the photograph, the melting pot of cool.
In the end, my love and passion will have my choose my first absolute love, The South Street Seaport, with a dose of Battery Park City. Access to the ferry, and yachts and vibes.
Lukewarm, I am untouched, Make you disappear, With a wand brush, I am far apart from the rest, I am unnamed, I go crazy most time, But I am sane, I claim more, Than I really have, You think I am hot, I am usually trash, When I am on the beach, It’s usually bash, If you thinking getting money, It’s most definitely stashed.
There is no hiding, When I slide in, It’s about the timing, Going for gold so I am mining, Meet me at the signing, From the earth to your heart, I will be climbing, A life for me and you, I will be designing, If you you me silent, I am simply deciding, Around the world, Our feet’s will be gliding, Uncovering all treasures, Which must include diamonds, Remember what I said, So you don’t have to ask Simon, I am just playing, Really I am, just rhyming.
There are no seats for you at the table, You are not able, To sit with my crew, I brought food and lunch for my dogs, I didn’t bring none for you, I can’t face you, Pardon my back, I am eating snacks, So scooby, I roll dice all the time, Jamaican style, Ludi, Back still turnt, You are not faceable, Looking like lead from my pencil, You are erasable, Not praisable, You are not a god, Head to the corner of the room, Swallow your sobs, You can’t always fit in, If it’s not a loss, Don’t think it’s a win, You hit the rim, It’s a miss, Should have dunked it, No yards to gain, You should have punt it.
Pounding and pounding and pounding, Has been my head, Lately I can’t seem to get out of bed, Laying for hours, Phone in hand scrolling, Uncomfortable, Knowing I want to stop, But I keep going, Minutes to hours, Then shifts like I am working, Attention span shot, While my duties in life are lurking, Found a new rabbit hole, In the sunken place, But I am not falling, I am digging in, I seem to can’t help myself, I can fight against the crowd, Most people want me to be fitting in, Be like them, Attention is luxury, Desires and mental health, Time to go shopping, Attention span on X, In minutes I am fiending, I might stop, But I don’t want to, I might as well continue leaning in.
I am not going to lie, I am mad as hell. I am been trying to break up for so long with with my phone service provider. Like they not trying to pick my calls, they know I am calling from my new boo. I mean new boo, is not so much better than old boo, forget that, it was never my boo. I am just mad, pick up my calls. I feel like to sue you. Like I am that mad. I am here late at night thinking and trying to break up. I am doing all the required steps, I done verified my old number and password, and everything. Like what’s the deal. You done took my autopay money out my bank account, you bad bad service (lol, I am totally going all in on this rant, so laughable, let me continue.)
Remember it was me paying my bills on time. It was me, when I was telling everyone you had good service and stuff. It was me, calling family through WhatsApp on Wifi and traveling to islands knowing you got me on roaming charges. It was me.
Also it was me who you started robbing with high a$$ fees, taking my autopay money and took over 6 months to get back. It was me, but little did you know I am a real one, oh yea, you didn’t know that huh, I know how to call my credit card company and my bank, I know the secret codes. I am pro at this. While you still aint picking up my calls, I am so mad, I going to win in the end, trust me. Just one phone call and my evidence to the fraud department and it’s all, NEW CARD, WHO DIS? NEW ACCOUNT, WHO DIS?
I am going to be so brand new with my new phone service boo, which I know will also hike up their prices in about 1-2 years and we are going fight and break up. But for now, PICK UP THE PHONE. I hate you. (okay hate is an ugly word, ummmm I will be kind, I truly unlike you deeply.). I can’t wait to move on, heal, get therapy and do better things with my new boo (phone service plan).
If you can relate, drop me a comment! 🙂
*This post is a bit unfiltered and unedited, I really wanted to see what a 4 minutes free write will feel like expressing an emotion. I feel proud of myself.
Some days I feel I want to unsubscribe from life, Like opting out of the bs that happening in mine, Feeling like I am walking in minefields, Knowing another episode is about to explode, Can’t crack the logic to the frantic, I haven’t developed the code, Can’t be watching people on social, Faking life seem so hopeful, It’s worth noting, Or I could just be hoping, I need to change to something more potent, Something with a kick, I mean, I see the goal, But not knowing how winning feels, Evergreen, yea ever green, Haven’t fully ripen, Straight to rotten it just seems, Meanings to things are not what they pan out to be, Believing the words of others, Have you ever watched a politician speak? Leak sources, Tie up our forces, Buying courses, Email inbox cluttered with advertising, Every arising just leads, To another minefield, It can’t just be me, So I escaping on a boat, To stay afloat, With just hopes, Of how being at peace feels, Opting to unsubscribe, Shouldn’t feel so mean, Feels let a bit of breakup, We finally wake up, Playing for another team.
