The bus journey.



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. 



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