My Perfect Bench
Today I found the perfect bench to navigate in the silence, to peacefully hear all its voices and maybe writing one of my creepy stories.
Voice of distant sirens, planes flying, birds singing, voices of calm.I am just waiting for the early night...it is just 5:00 pm and it is getting dark. I cannot see my old friend, the sun, he is hiding around.Somehow he managed to leave me here in the cold with the lights of Manhattan skyline.
What the buildings have to say tonight? I still do not know, I am here just to discover it what is inside of them. I am just focusing on their lights, their shine, their whispers, their words.. I just want to stop to stay, just want to stare at them for hours, just listening the magic voice of silence.
There is a bridge far away. It is foggy, I barely see, it seems to be Whitestone bridge. Whitestone Bridge What do you have to say? What about your red lights? I can see some of your red spots.
Suddenly, I got distracted by a loud strumbling noise. There is a plane flying over my head, now I come back to feel the lights mirroring in the water, it is beautiful, reflections are sharing with me old city stories.
I feel the skyline lights, they are touching me, New York City is telling me to calm down, is telling me to not cry, to see its lights in my darkest nights...just like tonight.
I feel alone, the buildings are my friends, Manhattan is my soul. I just want to be there, walking in the city, breathing its air, flying inside that fog, running away, playing like a child in the snow.
My first winter in New York, I am shivering from cold, I feel I cannot write anymore. My hands are telling me to stop but my heart is telling me to go on, to write some more. I'm hungry, I have not had lunch, I was in a rush. I just wanted to come here and write with the sun but now he is gone.
I cannot stand here in the cold, the wind is pushing me away, my perfect bench is grabbing my legs with its invisible arms. I feel them, bench's arms are hugging me strong, telling me to stay, but for today I said no, I am struggling with its force, I will stop.
Goodbye cold, goodbye New York, goodbye my hidden sun. I hope tomorrow when I come here you are not gone.
by
@justnewyork4ever
@lestherkarina
Lesther Karina Nieves©
12/12/2020
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