Lights off.
She hops onto the counter top
The bright orange walls, portraiture of her childhood, her past.
Deep within the bright sky, her opportunities, her future.
Still.
Her eyes peek through the old apartment’s windowpane.
Yellow, Pink. She anxiously awaits her muses. Orange, Red.
Night.
Reflection.
Blinking skyscrapers calm the chaos of the day, silencing calamities.
Stars shy away their gleam making way for the giants at play.
The symphony of the big city.
Between twinkles and sparkles she finds comfort, reassurance.
She stares at the distance only to find…
Herself.
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