#balconies
Can our hearts be reduced to our behavior?
20,000 people a day visit the Eiffel Tower, which is about 450 feet
from our back windows - trees block much of the view and they’re
several stories below us, so only a bit of the loudest noise reaches us.
By 8pm that number is halved and by 10pm only stragglers remain
- and lovers, who stroll hand in hand at all hours.
There are no more classes, this year, we were given two weeks
to study for first year final exams - which start in 2 days.
When studying late at night,
I setup on our 6th floor balcony
I love the seeming quiet
(I’m jamming to my AirPods).
I have quite the imagination
- my perch seems like a tree-fort
because the trees are within reach
studying is like an exploration
I pretend that no one else knows
these things I’m discovering
of course that’s silly
but feelings are feelings
I wish I didn’t have to sleep
I love the research
I love my music, I love the darkness
I can watch the lovers walk the park
I’m up here, alone, for hours
there are peak moments happening
in the tree-fort
.
.
Songs for this:
Lush Life by Zara Larsson
New Rules by Dua Lipa
May 4
May 4, 2026 at 11:50 AM UTC
i think
the city at night,
the views
from all the balconies
i’ve stayed and
stared at aimlessly,
knows me
more than
anything
and anyone
in this world.
Mar 8, 2020
Mar 8, 2020 at 2:09 PM UTC
Sitting
in high places.
Windowsills,
balconies,
Roof top terraces.
The Eiffel Tower,
branches.
Looking
down as if
I am God.
Or just a crow?
Feeling
and looking
like art. Poised
to be observed.
Hang me.
In a gallery.
Climbing
through mud and roots.
Breathless
just to be higher.
Or I'll lean
over a balcony
and try
not to
fall.
Nov 22, 2015
Nov 22, 2015 at 3:52 PM UTC