New York, fear, love, you, the universe,
nothing, everything, my shoes,
my friend Franco, god, etc.
Why?
Cancer, life, scorpio syndrome,
my mom, the future, my phone being on 17%,
where to get the Uber, street meat,
water, promises, etc.
What to do?
Put on a sad jazz playlist, put on my coat,
be positive and grateful, write poetry,
tell the people I love that I love them.