To a stranger
I might look weak
Crying at 11:00pm
Outside in the cold
Headphones on
I might look crazy
Spinning
Reaching out to the far away stars
Standing on a tree stump in front of a random house
My favorite place to be
Waving at every passing airplane
Wondering if they're waving back to me
Maybe a bit strange
For most teens don't go outside to walk
Especially so late at night
Alone
For that
But I know
If I was the stranger
Looking out their bedroom window
Watching
I would smile
From a couple days ago but forgot to post
(This note was written by wheely chairs without wheels)