by Brianna N., 17
middle of july,
and i haven’t closed the blinds in weeks.
like all things, this cannot be explained with the mind. i can’t stand struggling to sleep in when the sun greets me so.
yet my soul speaks, the night sky is aphrodite herself.
all things come with time,
including the instance of the lights in the apartment across the street turning on at 4am.
i can’t sleep, so i wonder.
their lights coming on at different times throughout the night happens often. what goes on there? i imagine a young couple, bright and alive, their joy cannot be contained to the daylight.
perhaps they’re having a middle of the night conversation, and must be able to see each other. perhaps the baby started crying again. perhaps the cat knocked over a vase, and the flowers must be picked up. perhaps one thought the other was so beautiful, they just had to turn on the lights to see.
some may call it sonder, i call it the beauty of life.
with all the feelings my body contains, how could i not project my passion onto the lives of strangers?
New York, New York
Bridge Ink 