Not often do u see a golden display from the heavens complementing the protruding skyscrapers.
Magic hour, puffy clouds, it's turning orange to red.
An unknown feeling being completely alone, surrounded by many.
Too be silent amongst a frenzy.
Nowhere to hide, to run freely.
Only in the mind u can travel away, to a place, a time that fills you.
If hurt will not change you, if pain is not without you.
You carry on, you morph into what matters, and everyone finds their own center.
Remember the sounds, the warmth, the joy. Thou shall carry with you everywhere.
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