i looked past my windowsill
upon the city lights and bustling skies and then i looked back
to myself, a reflection of what i always thought i was supposed to be
there was something in common
between that troubled gaze
and the darkened haze
of a city that never slept
— like the thoughts that would never end
like the words that run free
and the parts of myself that
on that night
i swore nobody would ever see
tonight, however
i continue to look out upon the horizon that greets me
but this time,
i don’t look back
i don’t need to look back
for i know now, i know that what has always defined me lays out there
amongst those smudges of starlight
and glimmers of night
and suddenly, i no longer find myself plagued by a description that never existed
in fact — i find myself laughing at the thought
because why should i bother putting into words
a beauty that has always laid within?