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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