Letter to New York

New York,

I came to you

5.5 years ago

with a heart

full of excitement

and a dream. 

You've been good.

You've been hard. 

Tough love?

Maybe. 

I see color,

I see texture, 

I see gesture, 

I see nature, 

I see scale,

I see YOU. 

New York,

I came to you,

should I stay, 

or should I go?