The sound from the A-Train subway track bang next to the new apartment is driving me crajeeeee. And this is not he good type of crazy. Reminds me of some obscure snippet I read somewhere on how married Indian couples who reside in proximity to railway tracks have more than frequent visits from storks.
Sometimes I feel like I don't have a partner
Sometimes I feel like my only friend is the city I live in
The city of angels
lonely as i am
Together we cry
I drive on her streets cuz she's my companion
I walk through the hills cuz she knows who I am
She sees my good deeds and
she kisses me windy
and I never worry
more soon……
