What I hear

The funny thing about New York City is that you could be standing 10 feet away from someone and be hearing a complete opposite array of sound vibrations than they are. In fact, it almost feels like your traveling through universes just by walking a couple streets. When I wake up, the buses are stopping and going, the cars are zooming and honking, and the people are bustling down under. I continue my day by going to school. Cuny Hunter on 68th and Lex. I leave my 56th and 9th apt and make my way towards Columbus circle. It funny because there is no longer that sound of breaks in need of help, you know, that squeaky sound breaks make when they're getting broken. Instead, there's a lot more honking from cars and taxis trying not to hit the people crossing the street when it's clearly not their turn to cross. Then there's the occasional thud a body makes went being hit by a car. I told him not to cross on red.
I pass the fountains of Columbus circle and the yelling of street vendors. I tell them "NO I don't want to ride a bike through the park", but they're like broken records, they keep asking the same thing.
I walk into the park. Suddenly I feel like Alice, like I just entered Wonderland. No honking, no yelling. I hear birds chirping and horses trotting along. Dorthy couldn't dream up a place like this. It feels like I'm in a bubble even though I know I'm still in the city. As I'm walking through the park, the sound of swaying trees overpowers the sound of walking feet. The carousel spins and spins while playing a melodic tune that only kids find enticing.
As I near the exit of the park on 67th and 5th, I get myself ready for reality and back into the city life mentality. A few more buses pass me as they're diesel engines roar in my face. I walk past a man listening to his iPod on full blast, I could almost make out the sweet auto-tuned voice of Jason Derulo.
Finally I make my way across Park Ave and push past the swinging doors of Hunter College, only to find out that it is in fact a Sunday and there are no classes being held. All you hear next is the sweet sound of my mind hitting a brick wall which is reality.