I tell my friend that I’m a night owl
And by that, I mean, if given the choice, I would sleep at 5am only to wake promptly 8 hours later with the sun half past up
She asks me why
I tell her it’s quiet
The only life found at intersections are traffic lights changing from green to yellow to red to back to green
The sky does not house two winged visitors with propellers louder than my ceiling fan
The birds don’t sing their songs of judgment and jealousy for those who scream misguided lyrics
The sun doesn’t radiate with resentment as her light exposes what should never be seen
My phone is not begging to be checked every 5 minutes as if there is a new unwanted notification
No one demands anything of me, no one worries about me, and no one disappoints me
And as the sun and moon keep spinning, although my mind is spinning faster and louder than ever, at least everything else is quiet