After midnight
Watching restrictions become bubbles of building greatness. Echoes of doubt turn to shouts of motivation. Remembering every sound while it rips light through darkness. Screaming casual statements as a reiteration of self worth in shadows far greater than the corners they once held you in.
It’s become quite clear that no one comes near the bars you reach for. I’ll leap while you just watch. Stars form lines guiding these mixed directionals. Maybe I’m a professional.
L.Redd













