In the darkest of nights,
she shines brighter than
everyone.
The crawlers feed off of her
youth
but she doesn't mind.
This is what dreams were .
made of in the city that
never sleeps.
So why would she?
When the sun creeps to overtake the moon and other stars, she isolated in the darkest of rooms. She radiates confidence--spinning, twirling, prancing,
for anyone looking her way.
She's the sparkling spectacle for your nightly entertainment.
“Where are your friends?” a black hat asks.
Even if she knew, she'd never say.
She's the biggest whore for your f l e e t i n g a t t e n t i o n .
While basking in the eternal shadows, she is blissfully unaware of the changes that occur with the passage of time.
The smile lines are all the more apparent under the harsh spotlight.
They, however, notice everything.
The black hat turns to its shadow friends, and although
she cannot see its face, she can feel its disappointment.
Frustration.
These are the consequences to choosing a plastered smile as her favorite accessory.
The black hat, who was the
first to recognize her
potential as a crowdpleaser, is now the first
to leave.
Its flock of hungry
friends follow...
She watches them fade into
the darkness, only to notice
faintly glowing specks in the
distance.
She was just a meteorite in a galaxy of youth.
And so she continues
prancing, jumping, flailing
in the darkness. It's all she's ever known.
When no one else
occupies her desolate
room, she wanders the
same path the black hat
had taken, only to find the
warm, yet overpowering embrace
of the sun.
Here, everyone effortlessly
shines.
And for the first time in her life, she felt a rush of relief.
