I used to do this thing ...
Where I turn the couch around, clear the windowsill
And bust the windows wide open, like it were a cage that confined me.
Now that it's warm, this seemed reasonable to do.
From the comfort of my lonely apartment, I can watch the sky,
Or get lost in the sound of the suburbian life.
I press the couch facing towards the window, lying down and resting my legs out the frame.
With bluetooth speakers, variety of lo-fi music,
I stare into space.
There are moments where I would close my eyes,
Meditate or in search of inspirations.
The night sky is my best friend,
And the moon beckons me to bask under their glow.
Times like those, and I would call myself a "Child of the Night"
Through the harsh light pollution,
My eyes search for the glimmers of what stars could shine through.
Each sparkle signifies the vastness of the universe,
Each twinkle, signifies the possibility of other lifeforms.
As I exhale out, this summer night ...
I wonder if anyone else if also looking at the stars with me?