The City

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This city is not known to me. A week or two has it been since I arrived. Ships dock here from all the cities, bringing spice and tea. The people are perhaps like me, wandering through the almost shoreless oceans. They go out in the morning, come back home late, colorful yet quiet, at least with me.




''Lost In Between'' By - Alena Aenami


I go out alone, listen to their stories, at coffee houses they like to chat it out, their selfish lives, and the same old stories of loss and gain, hear I sipping slowly. But I too had tales to tell, once.


I don't own much, to be honest, this tiny little room, old button phone and this trusted large desktop pc. Life is better now, I have everything I need and a lot less to lose.


They don’t know what I do, they don’t ask me about it either. I savor the solitude. I get to be in the crowd, nameless as I am. 


I pay the bill, pack my things, and head home. Sun is setting while the sea can be heard in the distance. It will be long night of silence, as it seems. 

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