I used to wonder what it’s like to be in the big city, the kind that sleeps late or never sleeps at all. That while I walk home along the dimly lit road, I look up to the night skies, looking at the same stars that cover the city people.
A decade later and living in the big city, I barely remember if I ever had moments when I would look at the night sky, wondering and dreaming. I think I barely see the stars at all because the city lights are just too bright that I can’t see through.
Now, I miss being home—far away from the place that sleeps late or never sleeps at all.
jessa 