Done

Feels like I have finally moved on. Am hustling in the city with a clearer mission in mind. I see the fiends. We talk but they are on their own trajectory. I am moving in a whole different direction. It sure feels strange to hang with them. Now the differences between us are so much clearer. Added to the fact that I was not born in America, we are really from different worlds.
I was born in the Caribbean on the island of Dominica. Compared to NYC it is mint size but rugged. It is a green paradise with lush verdant, forests and cascading waterfalls. The pace of life is slow and chill. NYC is a madhouse in contrast. And yet I left and some ask why. Honestly the answer is simple. Am a vagabond soul born to roam wherever my spirit takes me. Could never conform to conventions. I am always restless. Like now when the city started feeling stale I had to come again. Now I get back to my original intention. You can call it a Renaissance. I see it more as catharsis.