I get pulled into the light sometimes. I feel like I can be brighter than I actually am. Emotionally, I’m a wreck and nobody notices. I feel left out, when I know I’m not. The circles of light remind me that we never end.

“What are you looking at?”, Andy asks me.

“The lights.”

“Hmm… Why do you find them interesting?”

“You really want to know?”

“Yaley, it may surprise you, but sometimes people want to listen to you. In fact, that’s all some people want to do.”

I can always count on Andy for some type of confidence. We are best friends after all.

“Hope.”

“Lights give you hope.”

“Yes, in fact they do.”

“I see, and care to go further in detail with that?”

“No, look it up in the dictionary and tell me what you think.”

“Will do. Hey do you want to get out of here?”

“Yes, please.”

“I mean, your eyes must hurt from staring at those bulbs for so long.”

I chuckle, “Yeah.”

“Come on, Buddy.”