Flat rates

City bars

Cross walks


New city

Strangers faces

Everything exchanged

All but my name

Ten flights of stairs

And redecorating

With old fragments

Of lives I’ve lived

Inside brand new walls

In the middle

I’ll run

To a halt

I stand on the busiest street

In the center of the noise

Breathe it all in

This is the night

Where everything




Author: mirandatran

In constant pursuit of my best life, best self, and the very things that set my soul on fire.

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