• one more cup of coffee •

halfway isn't the same

when i wake every morning,

it's to sinatra's "new york" song.

i put videos of people walking the streets of that city on my television,

hungry eyes raking every skyscraper like i've never seen them before.

whenever the stresses of the day are getting to me, i slip

in a headphone and listen to sounds of the city,

city sounds mixed with rain and ringing with sirens.

the only way i survive is by convincing myself i am already halfway there.