Nineteen... It tastes so sweet.
Grown up? I beg to differ.
Still young? Maybe not.
Nineteen.
My eyes are starlit, a reflection of the night, and I think I'll just stay here. This location... it's perfect, this time is prime and change doesn't taste as it did before today. New York, New York. What a home, my favorite place. If you can get above the lights you'll see how it feels to be on the horizon of the unpredictable and the oblivious. Which leads which role? We'll never know. Perhaps we're all a little bit of both.
I hear the individual worlds of every person beneath me and the collective destinesia of the city. Everybody here wants to be somebody, have a little fame and a lot of excitement because being important is interesting and being interesting is important and having interest in life is so important and everything important is so hard but if the experience of being is enough to make you feel alive you'll wish to live forever.
I wish I'd live forever.
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