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When you visit a city the never sleeps, sometimes all you want is a really good nap. But, here in Manhattan, there’s not even a chance of that, there’s too much restless energy going through your pores and pumping your very being into a jumble of thoughts that can lead you to the brink of insanity. You feel you have to do everything that there is possibly to do in Manhattan.
 
Escaping the city is another possibility, seeing the forest for the trees, feeling the mountains ruggedness under your feet, finding sand in every parts of your body after playing in the ocean or encompassing the vastness of space. I love this city, I love my room at one of the New York top hotels, it’s like icing on top of a cupcake, but I’m so over-stimulated and frazzled.
 
At first glance, New York does overwhelm the senses, stimulates the possibilities, brings about a zest for life, and sparkles like diamond for the taking, but then it hits you and suddenly the urge to sleep or run pours in like Niagara Falls. I need calm, I need warmth, I need a friendly person to talk to, I need sleep.
 
I couldn’t sleep, so I took a walk to Central Park, I haven’t been there yet, so maybe, just maybe I find solace. I braved the park at twilight and with a threatening sky; as I entered, my first thought was: I found escape. The peace, the tranquility flowed through my garbled soul. The air was pungent with the scent of Night Jasmine, the horse-drawn carriages echo down the cobblestones. I felt sleepy and calm. Why didn’t I come here sooner? Central Park is an oasis in the concrete forest, it’s a balm on an open wound and saviour that grounds home a sense of being whole again.
 
I think I can once again take on the hustle and bustle of this spectacular city.