we look up at the stars, like any other Friday night something feels different- maybe it's the dizziness from being up so high from this lookout point, maybe it's the dazzling lights of the city down below. who thought our suburban town shined so brightly in the nighttime hours. you don't speak, and neither do i. we might as well be strangers, just looking at the sky and letting life happen to us, two separate narrative unfolding right here, by the beat-up dirt path and your beat-up car while we wear beat-up clothes and beat ourselves up in our heads about how things just aren't the same anymore and we don't know what we did to ruin them or more importantly, how to fix them
I hope you enjoyed this piece! I really want to go stargazing at a lookout point sometime this summer; I know there’s probably tons of them in southern California where I live, but I’ve actually never been to one. Please feel free to share feedback or writing challenges in the comments of this post. Stay safe and healthy out there.
Brooke