East

Ok. I'll put up a real post this time. I simply have been too busy. I am about to head to the hamptons for the weekend to babysit Claire (20 months) Owen (4) and Alyssa (5). The minute I get there to the moment I leave my energy and time is totally devoted to them.
I need to do this though - blog, write, something creative - it keeps me sane, and on track with my purpose. I was working so much last week, I seriously contemplated what the hell I was actually doing here. I was losing sight of why I came. Why did I come to New York? I kept asking myself. Why did I come to New York Why did I come to New York Why did I come to New York Why did I come to New York Anytime I forget, I just get off the train at E79th, and walk down to E 71st...and I look at the stone apartments, with morning glories, angel and lion engravings..I walk over to Central Park and sit there and imagine. Imagine and ponder, and look around at the natural beauty of the park, which usually overwhelms me. I realised that if I don't do that for myself, at least twice a week, I will slip into the darkness of why's. Holler at me Sean - that's a shout out to my big Bro. It's his Birthday on Wednesday, so they'r'll be a special post for him then. I am going to dedicate myself to more writing and more open mic slam poetry readings, and posting videos and songs. Basically infusing myself with constant reminders of what I have to offer the city and what the city has to offer me. I did come here for a reason other than the obvious primal ones. Which are annoying actually, because I can't get my plump active grape heart to dry up into a raisin just long enough to keep me focused on something else Or at least pour me a glass of wine.