Kiki Neville Next door
the lights turn on for
people with a different perspective, they live the same life as me, maybe different, maybe not as hectic. the furniture is old, worn down with many memories. the walls have seen so much, listened for many centuries. on that couch they’ve laughed and smiled, and dreamt so many dreams. on that bed they’ve fallen in love, broken up, and cried themselves to sleep. each morning they turn on those lights but never intertwine with the ones next door, living a life as complicated as mine. 20
