Empire State of Mind

New York to me is a feeling, a sensation, not the island. It’s the place I always dreamed, watched in movies and like to thought like a safe place for my head to rest.
Manhattan is a state of spirit, it's a place in my mind, or at least it used to be.
Now its a memory, my future and intangible dream.
Its that super cold winter wind in my face, not being able to take the gloves off to put ChapStick on.
That island is my safe place, the Christian Louboutin showcase and the smell inside the MAC store at the Henri Bendel's, the craziness in the F21.
The Orly place that since I left all I can think about are ways to be there for the rest of my life. Forget the uneasiness, run from the unsure and Just be. Be truly happy. The place where I felt I was at home.
I never knew what I wanted with my life, never new exactly where I wanted to be or what to do, NYC gave me the feeling that I can do anything, that I can be what ever I want, even when I don't know what that is.
That city gave me my dreams back, it's like some of the rooms at the Met Museum, in the medieval expositions there are some rooms that are so real you think that anytime the door will be pushed open and the owner will enter claiming what is his, and that's when I saw that the girl I used to be can have her wished realized, the book published and a great editor, the prince with the guitar hanging around the neck. Everything.