Nyctophilia

Delirium

You know, I wonder if people wonder why I stare out of the window. Do they think I’m crazy? Or do they understand?

I wonder what they see when they look outside…

Do they notice the shades of the leaves as the sun filters through? The slow speed of the lazy clouds? The movements of the colorful ground? Do they see the light reflect of the glass? See the kids in the park? The girl looking at the stars? The sound of the noisy crowd? The voice of crickets over the honks all around? The intoxicating smell of wafting coffee? The superior bass of the thundering clouds? The multicolored night sky? Or do they add the numbers in the number plates of the cars passing by? And count the flickering lamp posts?

Do they notice all these distractions that almost numb my heart and shut my mind?

Or do they see this big, beautiful, wide world with boredom in their eyes?