Blue Hour Truths

At blue hour the city softens

edges blur,

sirens feel farther away,

and even my mistakes look… survivable.

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I take the long way home

just to stay inside that color,

that in-between shade

where nobody expects answers.

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Windows turn into small aquariums.

I see a man stirring pasta,

a kid doing homework,

someone dancing alone in socks.

Little lives, unperformed.

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The sky goes indigo

and my phone screen feels too bright,

like it’s shouting.

So I don’t check it.

(That’s my big rebellion lately.)

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Dusk tells the truth sideways.

It says: you’re lonely,

But you’re also free.

It says: you miss them,

but you don’t miss who you became.

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I stop at the crosswalk

and watch headlights bloom

like slow flowers.

For a second, I’m jealous of light

for knowing where to go.

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Then the air cools

And the day finally lets go of me.

I breathe in,

and something honest settles

not hope exactly,

not grief either,

just a quiet fact

I can carry.