I pass light after city light.
There are no stars here.
The streetlamps and stop lights suffice.
As night goes even closer to sunrise, words are whispered.
A muttering of breath.
Your ears may not percieve them as coherent,
but nonetheless you know what they mean.
The static fills my limbs and my lungs scream for air.
Even now.
Even here.
Now’s the time to step up.
Scream your intentions, your truth, your mind.
And you’ll be more free than you could have ever imagined.
Words play and dance behind closed lips.
Let them go under the intimate cover of night.
For in your silence, you could lose it all
and I’m calling you out ever so loudly.
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