Objectivism

New York City, you are learning to excite me again. I'm falling in love with Metro bus rides and the spark of the street, though close to dawn, with the feel of your pavement beneath my feet as my pitter meets your patter. I'm falling into your easy confidence, thinking maybe I can borrow some for myself. Maybes don't seem as distant anymore.

I hear the sound of breathing beyond my wall.

I like the feeling of being alive.