observatory
written 21/10/2025 - I don't think any words can capture how I feel about this place and the home I've made here. I've attempted to cobble some together anyway.
observatory has a heartbeat.
leather boots criss-crossed with scars
pulse through the veins of pavement,
while forgotten music whispers from the storefronts
and friends sing drunken songs in the alley.
observatory is a song.
it is a constant melody,
thousands of voices all at once,
and it has no use for silence;
not while there is noise to be made.
observatory is art, and artists.
a mural of infinite dots and dashes,
a sculpture made from stems, seeds, and the glue of human connection.
take a step back, baby!
aren’t we all just one part of the whole?
