New York Rain Has Feelings

The rain falling in the streets of New York. Leica Photos App

Why do we let time pass

When there is someone out there in this world that our soul misses?

How the sound of their voice is the food for our heart,

The pumping and beating, the core that carries the blood into our veins.

The sound of their voice.

The 'hey,' or the 'hello.

New York Time Square The Rain Is Falling. Leica Photos App

Does this feel right?

My soul says no.

The organic feelings like the rain falling

between the scaffold over the sidewalk of the city.

With time slipping out of our control,

We leave our hearts out in the cold.

I’m missing the nature high of you.

The dopamine of your face plays on the screen in darkness as I lay with my eyes closed.

I don’t want to wake, but lay here in this dream with you.

Even the horns of New York can’t wake me,

The loud noise from the people moving through the city.

Your smile replays.

The way you say my name.

Lataurus.

Your voice carries the very definition of affection, like sugar living on the tip of my lips.

Like the taste of Dubai cheesecake, the chocolate mixed with pistachio filling, that taste with my eyes closed always brings me back to you.

Central Park In The Rain The Of Wet Leaves Remains Me Of A Time When Love Was Real. Leica Photos App

For me this is not normal, as I lay in bed thumbing through your posts.

Taking my mind away from the day to day stressfulness of work.

The plots, the confusion and sleight of hand.

How that effects our attention's, bleeding into afternoon, the evening, and the nights.

Now bleeding into us.

Reflecting on the time when I first felt alive, her hands, were resting your mind. New York Central Park. Leica Photos App

Even the cold rain and strong winds don’t bother me, I’m warm inside.

As I look out the window down at the city,

Taking another sip of my coffee, life feels so simple when we let go of the social noise.

When you stop wanting.

When I stop being afraid of the element of the cold.

And take a step out, the blast of the wind hits.

Lips that are kissed by the wind are chapped, the elements will always leave a mark, when dealing with heartbreak.

But it’s healing to be in the streets, dogging the shoulders of people.

Taking in the world around me, watching couples hold hands the mists of rain kisses their face, remind me of us.

It’s funny when your heart isn’t ready how everything before your eyes needs time to be decoded,

And now know love is all making sense.

I don’t blame the eyes that are appreciating you, in the present, the now, and in the raw emotion of your touch.

They see what I see and touch what I touch, then they get to know how it feels to believe again, to dream again.

For me I walk these streets as a fool, not because it’s my fault but because I never knew how to love or show emotions.

Listening to talking heads that are single teaching me about something they themselves know nothing about is the blind leading the blind.

Not understanding that feelings are real. Your words were real.

Like the energy feeding from the city, where dreams come true if you take the time to dream and more importantly believe.

Maybe that’s why I love this city, no matter how crowded the streets are I can still find you,

In the silhouette of the tall building and bright lights, your smile shines the brightest.

Dimming the lights of my worries, I know the faces I see are people longing, wanting to belong in someone's arms.

But they, too, let life's traps catch them like me,

I'm just man enough to admit my mistake now.

As I sit and people watch, the vibe here feels different, the air is thick, the lights are dim from the inside looking out at the city.

Tartinery Café feels like her arms when she held me tightly in her arms, I pause before I take another sip of black coffee, I’m surprised by every note with every sip, reminds me never judge what you see on the outside, the outside is not real.

But having the time, the hours, to lay, reflect, to dream, to see what you are missing from the inside.

Is to have patience, is to understand it doesn’t matter if you’re at the bottom or at the top of the tallest building, what really matters is what’s living in the middle and that’s your heart.

Why did I let the time pass when I could have told you I love you?

New York Manhattan Even In The Rain Everything Feels Alive. Leica Photos App