NYC blues

<p>Didn&rsquo;t sleep properly yesterday &mdash; drank a pretty much full cup of bitter Matcha tea, still don&rsquo;t have almond milk or any kind of other milk or cream at the apt being cautious not to bring too much of stuff that potentially could go bad if I left the city for a few days. And yes, for me, a cup of Matcha at 5:15 pm equals tossing &amp; turning through the night until 4 am or so rewinding all my past failed loves &amp; semi-loves in my overstimulated brain. I even had to please myself a bit to take off the edge hoping that it would relax &amp; put me to sleep. But no, I kept lying on my mattress (did not commit to a bed frame yet) restless &amp; agonizing spinning through the same thought patterns again &amp; again &mdash; why do they always leave me? Those younger boys whom I admire so much &amp; who tease me &amp; drop me like a broken umbrella on NYC dirty pavement. Why can I never for a change capture &amp; break the heart of somebody who is about to do it to me? Why cannot I beat them to it?</p> <p><a href="https://medium.com/@zrohalska/nyc-blues-129e4dd26b82"><strong>Read More</strong></a></p>
Tags: NYC Blues