
This city opens up to me again and again
Each time I say a goodbye
Sunlight so harsh and hot
Suffocating, engulfs me
There is magic floating in the air, right above this layer of pollution that controls
My breaths and life. I’m five years less, today
There’s a platter in front of me
Fruits of different sizes.
Banana, strawberry, mango, kiwi
Each bitten by different teeth.
There’s so little left to eat.
Yet, I must eat.
The fruit is the same. But I reduce in size.
An ant. This is the whole world.
Fruits of labour. Fruits of love.
Cities need to change. Fruits need to change. For my mind needs better.
I need better.
~insight07
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