The night shift is like parallel shadows that combine. The light at night glows red. People walk in reverse and don’t get anywhere. Lost feet dancing on the concrete. Breathing creatures are misunderstood. Doubting brains full of thoughts without goals. A woman gives birth, and people apply for jobs to rent a place and eventually find a partner, a dog, a plant, and a baby. Dual lives that don’t match. They all have phones and stare at the light like moths that got lost on the way.

But instead of complaining. The reason for it all was to let those know that it is this. We hug with indifference on a cloudy day, shimmers of light. A white light that glows from within our souls, without wars and full of love. It is love that heals the Earth, and it is the only answer I found through pain.

2025