Dear New York City,
I love you. You have awakened something within me that I could not have imagined existing before finally expiriencing your glory. But it is true, I love you.
Finally visiting your loveliness was truely an awe inspiring expirience. Finally being able to be in your musical venues, walk your streets, be dragged into your Armani Exchange, and view films (well before their release date) in your upscale movie theaters and screening rooms, I now know why others are so obsessed. New York City, you are truely exceptional.
If you were a woman, and would have made love to you. Or at least tried as hard as I could, only to get to second base and have that be enough.
Alas New York City, it seems our love simply cannot be, for I am chained to this miserable pile of rotting misery, Springfield, OH. Know only that I love you and only you, and that someday, I shall return, even if it does cost nearly $800 dollars a month to live in squalor, and everything is at least $0.25 more expensive that everywhere else.
I don't care!
No cost of living is too high for your gleaming skyscrapers, and bustling cultural backbone! No price too much for your strong public transportation infrastructure, and convinient Taxi services if I'm feeling ritzy or too drunk! Nothing is too good for my very dear, New York City!
Let us run away together my urban mistress! Let us go and frolic in the warmth of our love; bask in the warm glow of our togetherness! No, no, of course we can't. Our love will simply never be, will it?
Oh New York City, all I ask is that you hold me in your heart, the way I hold you in mine. Even if I choose LA instead.
Yours Forever,
Thomas
My friend is an Artist. This is his art. I like it.
