The town lay quiet and still
The noise articulated
was of the tired cars
That raced by in flashes of quick light
Like vibrating shooting stars.
The night felt much more comfortable.
The streets lights like lost stars
As the poles,
drowned in the black of the night.
The land surrounding
much more beautiful than in the day.
It became a sea,
A sea Of illuminated lights
And mysterious outlines.
The secrets of the town hidden.
Just the numbing aesthetic of colors.
Making the town seem so much bigger,
Much more opportune.
The comfort of the dark
Was that all measurements of limitations
Disappeared, no longer able to be seen.
You weren't just you
But, you were apart of the night.
Your fingertips reached across the world,
Promoting the grasping of anything.
You became apart of something bigger
And so beautiful.
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Chevron Notebook
PoetryA composition of personal poems from a mind of a teenager searching for relation, happiness, and mental stability through her day to day struggles. Writing in hopes that when you read you can find some relation to her writing so you know you're not...
