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1 a.m in the morning walking the streets basking under tangerine lights not minding time as it fleets the cold morning wind punctures my skin a smile plays on my lips savoring the sensation it brings I inhale the silence, embrace the softness of the morning a warm piquant feeling seeping through me I feel the cadence of my footsteps the symmetry of the streetlights I even felt the rhythm in the flickering of the store signs and oh! how the stars shine in the moment millions above lustrously burning in the sky now my heart as they permeate my being 1 a.m in the morning while walking the streets I have found peace in the city that never sleeps.
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Nov 15, 2017
Nov 15, 2017 at 9:11 AM UTC
Alone
1 a.m in the morning walking the streets basking under tangerine lights not minding time as it fleets the cold morning wind punctures my skin a smile plays on my lips savoring the sensation it brings I inhale the silence, embrace the softness of the morning a warm piquant feeling seeping through me I feel the cadence of my footsteps the symmetry of the streetlights I even felt the rhythm in the flickering of the store signs and oh! how the stars shine in the moment millions above lustrously burning in the sky now my heart as they permeate my being 1 a.m in the morning while walking the streets I have found peace in the city that never sleeps.
I stand rooted to the ground afraid to lose this this trice that I have found trying to preserve in stillness the nonpareil that is peace. it was a feeling that i never believed that i could ever find here in the city or anywhere actually.
#peace#inmidst#of#chaos#rarity#smallhours
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Nov 15, 2017
Nov 15, 2017 at 9:11 AM UTC
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