Never Easy

What is there to say, that has not been said? We all know the story. The agony of another goodbye, the tearing flesh and gaping wounds, the salty tears, how impossibly far away the distant future. A week has passed; does it feel like hundred years or a minute? So hard to trust your dizzy heart, why bother.

Revel in gratitude. In the beauty of there being a home to nestle in at all. In remembering what this city meant and who it made you. In a head held high and the feeling that anything is possible. That is the magic; it follows you wherever you go. You remember.

New York does not disappear. It lies in wait for when you are ready. Your limbs tremble in the starting blocks. Your life begins, anew.