#lightshines

The light shines in the darkness

I open the doors and the brisk night’s air comes pouring in. They tell me I’ll get a cold or pneumonia but i don’t listen. I step outside, and barefoot, on my tippy toes, i lean against the fence.

The light shines in the darkness

It’s all clear to me. I was born to gaze at the stars. I feel like i belong in this world, a world that’s quiet, a world that’s sleeping, with the lights out at the neighbour’s house, only the purple- red shines from the tv screen. The world feels small right now- the world’s the garden that i’m standing in. I feel so big in it- I’m the young and  body about to soar upwards to the skies. Oh, stars, i glare at you like you’ve got all the answers.

The light shines in the darkness.

But i don’t always want to. The train dashes past the sunflower fields, the cottages, the mountains peeking at me from behind each other’s shoulders. The girls across from me are cackling, high pitched voices, lamentations about nothing. John is silent, he sits in his seat and stares at the scenery. He doesn’t want to talk to me right now. Where are we even going? Let’s reverse, a complete darkness’s better than a lonely dimness.

The light shines in the darkness

I blow on the candle and the little flame yields. It’s gone. I’m standing in the midst of a strange black room. There’s no light anymore, I can’t even see my own hands. “So what you gonna do?” He asks. I hum somberly into the night. “I don’t know,” I say. My feet are cold, my hands are cold, the curtains move in the midnight air. I look up.