the lights kept repeating until i stopped counting them. after a while they no longer felt like separate pieces. they became a quiet rhythm, carrying my eyes forward while the city settled into evening. sometimes the same thing, seen again and again, is what finally makes me pause.
the lights kept repeating until i stopped counting them. after a while they no longer felt like separate pieces. they became a quiet rhythm, carrying my eyes forward while the city settled into evening. sometimes the same thing, seen again and again, is what finally makes me pause.