I am in a weird mood. A crazy, caffeinated mood that is making me think things I normally wouldn't, shouldn't. I want a tattoo. Right now. The parlor is only one block away, I could go. I want to jump and dance around. Actually I did, behind the locked bathroom door below this coffee shop. I also want to have sex. Spontaneous, passionate sex. I guess I could do this too. I am a girl and their are guys in this coffee shop... but I wouldn't even know how to go about initiating that sort of thing. This is a good thing because one more sip of coffee and I would start acting on these ideas.
In New York City you can get anything you want anytime you want it. The fast paced nature of the city and the short attention span of most New Yorkers make this a place of instant gratification. But what about when you want more than that? What about when you want to be touched, held, loved by someone else? Someone who will be there for more than just tonight. Can you get that here, here in this city of self-involvement?
Its easy to blend into the crowd here. Not because of how diverse it is but because no one looking at the crowd cares too much about singling anyone else out. You can do, wear, say anything and still appear relatively normal and anonymous compared to everyone else. You're allowed to do anything you want, anytime.
This is not a city for those lacking in self-control। No one else cares what you do, so if you can't control your life no one will stop you from getting carried away. I guess I am feeling on edge. The edge of control and just letting go. What stops me from giving in to these spontaneous urges?
Breath. Control. Live. Love.
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