Sitting on the rusty bench located at the epicenter of the park,
I stare at little lives playing, dissolving cacophonous chaos into my coffee,
I left home, my skin has grown.
The city lights reflect off my lens as tears roll down.
Feeling left out amidst the world rushing into the metro.
Letting solitude get into your body like cold air from the AC seeping to your ankles.
You stop at the station where life is a desert and your home is a mirage.
Urban sadness is forbidden destiny.