My age stays awake like a solitary house with all its lights blazing against the heavy, anonymous night, while it waits—patiently, almost anxiously—for other unfamiliar lights to drift in from the outside world.

It is a restless, breathing entity that thinks, studies, researches, and loves with a fierce, quiet intensity. It is an age that suddenly decides, with a strange and sudden gravity, to fight for noble causes that belong to everyone and no one, while gently sheltering the quiet, trembling humility of who I truly am. ❤️

© Beatriz Esmer