Sometimes at night a street seems much longer, and things not noticed during the day are much more apparent.
I think it's funny how that happens. The suns rays are so much brighter, than night but it's like we, as teenagers, are so unobservant. When I told you that I thought that funny you laughed and, 'Haven't you ever heard the cliché? Sometimes you need darkness to see things shine.'
I laughed with you, and then told you my second thought of teenagers been unobservant. You stopped laughing then, I guess you finally got my point, my meaning, why I brought up that one philosophical filled sentence.
'If we could party all night and sleep all night we'd never have to face the sun's rays. And that's what teenagers do. We don't look in the day, so of course things are more apparent at night,' you argued back, ego soaring at the logic of your statement.
'That's called cowardice.' As much as your logic made sense to every person –or every teenager- I was right.
Your smiled faded.
That's the way it is for us, for me and you. For every teenager. For every person in the world, I think. A mass of opinions, words said, and words thought, that always sounds so brilliant in minds, but end up escaping mouths in a pulpy mess. Words. There almost as jumbled as writing.
Do you know that if I go to bed at nine-thirty I wake up at six? Like my body can't sleep for that long?
I told you that and you laughed at me. Always with the laughing.
'Why would you want to go to bed at that hour?' You were honestly amazed at my sleeping patterns.
But that's how it is, you see. I'm sunshine and you're a star. When everything is bright and happy, I shine. I shine more brightly than everything. And when things are dark I luminate things like moons and stars.
And you are brightest when everything's dark. 'Sometimes you need darkness to see things shine,' you said to me. I wonder if you were thinking of yourself when you said that. I know I was thinking of you.
Sometimes at night a street seems longer and things not noticed during the day are much more apparent. To a teenager everything is night. We live night. We breathe night. We think everything is always so terrible. For teenagers it's always night, so you always shine and I always luminate you. Where would a sun like me, ever get the chance?
So we'll have our battles of logic and wisdom, of two separate views that are both true and you, a star, and me, sunshine, we'll fight each for the right atmosphere in which we respectively shine, when all I think, but never say, is that we should only be fighting for no definition.
I guess I've got stuck in this teenage world of labels.