napkin thought

I came into this NYC
unable to love.
Falling in love with the city
ignited a passion.
Now, it’s the passion
that I feel in my soul.
The fire warms my heart
perhaps its love.
Love for myself…

Maybe so, it wasn’t NYC that I was falling in love with.
It was me.
It was Joanne.
My relationship with NYC
has created an artist in me.
I feel alive.
Its this sensation that gives
me chills on my spine.

words on napkin

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