Irony for a coin

I walk by so many people daily. In the morning people say hi to me on the busy streets and there are cars nearly hitting me at every corner. At night I go to a party with about 50 people in one small basement and 50 cops right outside making sure to punish anyone who gets out of hand. In the afternoon I take the train where there is no such thing as personal space. Where a drunk woman can lay her head on your shoulder, pass out, and have her boy friend threaten you in one ear while a homeless man asks for change in the other all in the span of 5 seconds.

I interact with so many people at every part of the day and yet I get lonelier with every New York minute that goes by. How pathetic is that? A city of hundreds of thousands of people and your only companion is the city itself. The thought of it being like this any longer hurts. Its an ache that refuses to go away so I carry it with me where ever I go. It seems my aches are looking for a companion too. Clinging to me, annoying me more than the homeless man and the asshole boy friend. Says hi more than any other person on the street. Crowds me more than 50 people in the small basement and punishes me more than the 50 cops right outside. It may even be more dangerous than getting hit by a car at every corner.

Have no sympathy for me. Its all ok and fine. I'm just a little worm in the big apple.