sabian (VIII)

come home

the city calls for me
"come home to your tall buildings where your writing is stands higher than wall street"
i will return home soon
to where the palm trees of this concrete jungle
become lamp post and the far mountains become beautiful sky stabbers
the exotic animals are traded for artwork and jewels being sold on the corner
sabian, you must come home
for you feet have only touched my surface once but you know
you belong here
in the heart of the culture
you need to be home
in the hands of where time is a specific shape
where your words have a possibility of speaking to other waters
oh my god Sabian
please come home!
please come home because your city of concrete loves the boy who graffitis his life with words

please return to me, i love you.

love,

New York, NY ~ I am here for you.

Dear New York, NY

i miss you too.
lemme rephrase words from Kendrick Lamar

"San Anto is where im from, where im from, where im from"