Natural Deconstruction
As we recline on the roof of this borrowed car, our skin lies as canvas to the paint of the ethereal midnight blanket of wonders stitching our shadows together. Our presence in this absence of light disrupts the branches swaying to the incessant beating of our young breaths. Overlooking the restless city from this balcony of dirt and dreamy musings, we imagine ourselves as lighthouses of warmth illuminating the streets, skyscrapers, and solemnity. You extend…