The sky in Mexico City is gray
cause the blue is rooted in the hearts of its citizens.
Here it's so easy to feel alone in public.
Sitting in subway cars
full to the brim with people,
dreaming with emptiness.
I thought I saw you
sitting in front of me,
but that was just some illusion
I caught
when the lights of the station
flashed on my eyes.
May 20, 2019
May 20, 2019 at 6:09 PM UTC
The sky in Mexico City is gray
cause the blue is rooted in the hearts of its citizens.
Here it's so easy to feel alone in public.
Sitting in subway cars
full to the brim with people,
dreaming with emptiness.
I thought I saw you
sitting in front of me,
but that was just some illusion
I caught
when the lights of the station
flashed on my eyes.
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