Awake & Unafraid

This is where I’d be. On a rooftop somewhere, with pretty lights, bright stars, chilly gusts of wind and a sweet poncho, with this playing in the background of my free, unfiltered thoughts. This uninhibited version of myself doesn’t think twice about dangling her feet over the edge of this building, she is awake and unafraid. She might even smoke a cigarette or two and get a quirky tattoo on a whim. Her makeup is always smudged because it looks better that way, and she can’t be bothered with brushing her hair. She loves being alone and needs nothing and no one, except this rooftop. And these stars. And this music. Nothing else matters. Not now, not to her.