I Wrote something in my journal while I was in the park on Tuesday, my last day in New York and I would like to share what I have written. Remember this was a couple of days ago while I was still in the city, so it's all sadly in the past now, but it is written like the present day.

Tuesday, August 18 7:07PM

Today is my last day in New York City. This is truthfully the most beautiful city I have ever been to. This place...it bewitches you the moment you arrive. Either you fall madly in love with her amazing city lights or you want to leave as soon as you enter her terrifying domain. I don't want to leave her long embrace but I have to. All I can do is promise her that I'll be back to make love with her never ending nights, and kiss her a silent goodbye. New York grasped my heart, as she has done to several unsuspecting people and I dare not even try to get it back. I feel that both my body and soul belong here, in this city that never sleeps, and I belong in her pastures of dreams and oppotunity. The only thing that is missing, the only thing that she cannot allow the people in her mists to see is the blanket of stars that is always above us. No, there is too much sin and horrible corruption in her wake for these glissering innocents to show themselves. She understands, though and therefore nover argues with the purity above. But I think thats what makes this place so terrifyingly amazing. There is more than enough gray here and it's a very dark shade of gray at that. But that is but the color of her soul, her body is a whole different meaning. She is a painting, made up of many different colors drawn and painted by the artest and the insane that are in captivity here. It's full of colors and mixtured of amazing things you never could have dreamed about. Beauty, wonder, and glory as well as hunger, fear, and sorrow. A Sea of troubled emotions surround the city and devour her, feeding it's hungry soul, never getting full. But, she the people that live here can handle it. You have be strong in order to live in a place like this, or else you lose your mind along with everything else you have ever had. You see, the city makes up of three people: the business class and the rich, who don't really pay any attention to those that are around them, the artests that take in everything that they see and hope to make something of themselves (I think these are the people that truely live here, for they understand how to without losing their minds) and the insane, who have lost everything and can't gain it back. They weren't strong enough to live here. If I ever move to this city, I hoe to be part of the artists and learn to understand her beautiful insanity, or else I may just become another shadow, another soul lost in the sea of time.