The embers of the city light me up, and simultaneously burn me whole.

How can a place so uplifting make you feel gravity like never before?

Is it her conflicting nature that keeps us inhabiting her grasp?

Those of us who believe we live in the center of the world, may also have the shortest end of the stick.

Minimal flowers and trees amongst ample roaches, and a new invasive species like icing on the cake.

Sometimes I don’t know why I love something so pungent and terrifying.

I am averse to risk by nature, so it can’t be some thrill seeking quest.

I must manage to find beauty in the chaos, inspiration in disparity.

Wherever I set my gaze, I am the one who proclaims beauty or defeat.

Perhaps, New York’s magic lies in each one of us,

her humble residents, with eyes beaming for her everyday.

We are a bird and her wings,

New York City and its people.