It's been rough.
The exhaust of the bus shakily breathes.
In unison, I shakily breathe.
It was approaching midnight,
the darkness drowned out the noise where my crystal clear reflection stared back.
A single tear- slowly traced the length of my face.
Eyes swelled, face hardened and the reflection distorted
I cannot recognise the sad girl who entered 2019.
It was 1am in Hong Kong- walking and taking in the foreign country where no one knows who I am,
yet a place so familiar
The tears broke, the hard steel wall broke.
