City lights have a way of calming me down. I don’t know how to explain it, but just sitting there at night looking down at the lights just make me feel that things would somehow be okay, even if it was not so great at that moment. I can’t wait until I can afford a small, quaint little house on top of a hill that overlooks the city. It won’t be in the city, but it’ll be close enough to make me feel like nothing can hurt me. Those couple of late nights sitting there for a couple hours in the dark just watching as cars passed, as lights changed from red to green, to yellow, back to red, helped me keep whatever was bottled up inside, spilling out. Even if it was to no one, it felt like it kind of set me free. Even something so simple can be a part of something so beautiful with just a little light. There’s the hope.
(Source: banfred, via fuckyeahstreetlights)
