Goodnight world. Hello stars,
hello cool breeze on my skin,
hello city lights,
hello empty roads, i hope you have a good rest -
hello people who’ve just started your night, getting ready to dance till the sunrise.
On this balcony I am an oxymoron.
A very pleased one, because of the spectacular sights before me that make me feel small
small, in a good way
A the-world-is-so-big-and-there’s-so-much-waiting-to-be-discovered-and-experienced-and-loved!! kind of small.
On this balcony I am a child again.
People are ants, the river’s a puddle, the skyscrapers are just within reach!
Anything is possible, no feat is too great, no achievement too unachievable, no goal too unrealistic for me
On this balcony I am superhuman.
Sounds of freedom tickle my ears in the form of the unadulterated laughter of cyclists, breezing down the highway, arms extended, inches away from the sky
Construction workers gather in groups after a long day, taking shelter under the clouds of smoke billowing from their lips
Two lovers embrace by the river, and suddenly even I’m but a part of their world
On this balcony I am a keeper of secrets, an observer of precious, intimate moments.
The comforting blackness surrounds, but is kind enough not to swallow me
My thoughts graciously keep me company, a silent symphony playing in the background as I reflect on everything. On life.
I am thankful to be
on this balcony
On this balcony everything is what I want it to be
On this balcony I am safe
On this balcony I am alone, but far from lonely
On this balcony I am soaring across galaxies and sailing through the stars
On this balcony I am the purest form of myself
On this balcony I am content
On this balcony I can just, be.
Oct 3, 2022
Oct 3, 2022 at 11:17 PM UTC
Goodnight world. Hello stars,
hello cool breeze on my skin,
hello city lights,
hello empty roads, i hope you have a good rest -
hello people who’ve just started your night, getting ready to dance till the sunrise.
On this balcony I am an oxymoron.
A very pleased one, because of the spectacular sights before me that make me feel small
small, in a good way
A the-world-is-so-big-and-there’s-so-much-waiting-to-be-discovered-and-experienced-and-loved!! kind of small.
On this balcony I am a child again.
People are ants, the river’s a puddle, the skyscrapers are just within reach!
Anything is possible, no feat is too great, no achievement too unachievable, no goal too unrealistic for me
On this balcony I am superhuman.
Sounds of freedom tickle my ears in the form of the unadulterated laughter of cyclists, breezing down the highway, arms extended, inches away from the sky
Construction workers gather in groups after a long day, taking shelter under the clouds of smoke billowing from their lips
Two lovers embrace by the river, and suddenly even I’m but a part of their world
On this balcony I am a keeper of secrets, an observer of precious, intimate moments.
The comforting blackness surrounds, but is kind enough not to swallow me
My thoughts graciously keep me company, a silent symphony playing in the background as I reflect on everything. On life.
I am thankful to be
on this balcony
On this balcony everything is what I want it to be
On this balcony I am safe
On this balcony I am alone, but far from lonely
On this balcony I am soaring across galaxies and sailing through the stars
On this balcony I am the purest form of myself
On this balcony I am content
On this balcony I can just, be.