Staring At The Stars

"i wonder if we ever think of each other at the same time."

that comment about how you should not borrow grief from the future has saved me multiple times from spiraling into an inescapable state of anxiety. like every time i find myself thinking about how something in the future could go wrong i remember that comment and i think to myself: well i never know, it might get better. it might not even happen the way i think it will and if it does happen and it is sad and bad ill be sad about it then, when it happens. and it’s somehow soo freeing

i love you cities. i love you sounds of people. i love you cacophony of scents at dinner time as everyone cooks different food up and down the street. i love you neighbors playing loud music on the front stairs and laughing even louder. i love you rambunctious kids running down the street in the summer getting up to god knows what. i love you corner stores. i love you big cookouts and block parties. i love you spring wildflowers popping up in overgrown empty lots. i love you weeds growing from in cement cracks. i love you scent of clove cigarettes on the air. i love you friends running into each other on the sidewalk. i love you passing conversations in different languages. i love you grandmas on the bus. i love you graffiti. i love you murals. i love you kids’ sidewalk chalk hopscotch. i love you sounds of people cooking and doing dishes and listening to music floating out cracked kitchen windows. i love y

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