this city isn't mine but it welcomes me
just like everyone else
I disappear in the crowd
no one sees what I refuse to carry with me
I step in tiny puddles
forming between cobblestones
take a wrong turn and don't care
the rain seeps through every layer
the constant noise of passing trams
tries to drown out the voices
of everyone who ever stayed in this room
and left a piece of their soul behind
their messages tangled together
in a desperate cacophony
pleading for me to listen
cut the leash, break the pattern, breathe free
© coldscars