writing

neon lights

Neon lights flood my path as the city lights unfold beyond, a mosaic of stars scatter across the dark sky, sirens wail into the night. I pour myself a glass of vodka and light a cigarette, i stand in a haze of smoke, in a daze of escaping thoughts. The very skyline that once attracted me to this city now traps me. The clock strikes 3am, a battle within, the inner turmoil of my scattered existence was dying and being re birthed with every sip.

 

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travel, writing

from north to south

the city sparkled like diamonds against a velvet sky. she walks against the bare white walls, candles flicker, she steadies herself along the way. the last mouthful of wine burns her throat as cigarette smoke engulfs her. a suitcase sits in the corner, waiting.

her name is sophia, and she knows this night, like the many before it, will soon be a distant memory.

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