about love

 maybe take off your phone case every once in a while

 to remember what joy was back when you were willing to risk it all for nothing

 to feel thin, uneasy

 maybe sit down by the window and just look out at the world

 don't worry about food or work or your page or anything like that

 i wasn't born anywhere near a city. it's been 10 years since i stayed at a hotel in one. i don't quite know what it's like

 but i've heard the stories. it must feel alive

 like everyone there is trying to make it, to be a big hit, to earn their place

 a suburb won't have that tempo, even if a suburb is kind of the same idea

 cities have always had the worst retention rates. but i imagine that to be in a city is to be where all the people want to be

 and to be desired by nobody. i don't know anyone who wants to live in a city apartment if not for that

 it's not always that glamorous

 a city must be phenomenal at night. to just be sitting there on the balcony having nowhere to go, because this is your home. to look out and see a world built underneath shores of light and expression. architectures that mirror the daringness of an oak to spring out of the ground. that draw on the restlessness of life and reshape it into something new and unusual. people and places that light it all up at night, not to occupy the streets as old cities might have done, but to occupy the sky.

 it's so distant, but from where you stand, it's all just right there

 you can feel it when you reach your fingers out

 a world that's closer than the stars, formed out of desires, not beliefs, but just as illuminate. as if you could be part of it all too

 if there was anything you could have if you didn't have to be right there, right now

 why wouldn't you live in a sea of stars?