Why

sunrise

via Braincellsfrying 

Precariously teetering on the edge,

Amid the past, stuck in the future,

With city lights all a-blur,

And sunrise buried stories deep –

It’s so far down, you’re so high up

It feels warm, but the cement is cold;

Are you lost, or merely searching,

Not yet knowing where to go

Or why you’re here at all.

~ Ilana Reimer

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