Sitting on the balcony,
staring at the skies.
Watching stars blink gently,
as time drifts by.
The sky turns darker,
planes pass overhead —
each chasing its own destination,
while the stars stay still and shine.
I smiled to myself.
It’s getting late.
I stand. I stretch.
I look around…
and fall in love again
with the quiet of the night.
No noise.
No footsteps.
No expectations.
Just me,
and a world that finally stopped talking.
The night —
when words fade
and things come alive.
When the exhausting analysis of the day is over,
and what truly matters
settles into place.
The night —
where the broken parts of myself
find a way to breathe again,
softly,
quietly,
like leaves returning to trees.
And in that silence,
I am whole again.
The beloved.
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