When it hits that dark part of the day and I’m right beneath the weight of the night, I always look up.
I hadn’t done this in awhile (maybe because it looks a tad foolish or maybe because I have less balance these days) but sometimes, I tilt my head back till I can no longer see leveled ground and just, stare. And I take my hands, place them strategically so as to block the buildings and the distractions of the urban atmosphere, and as I do, it feels as if I’ve been lying back on some cosmic bed out there in the universe, far from the world.
Yeah. I am weird, aren’t I? *sigh… To be Joana Medina.
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hmm cosmic bed, yumm yum