Beautiful Pyramid

It is always easier to find beauty when you are tired. Things blur. Nothing is sharp, but beautifully blunt and malleable.

From my glass pyramid I look down upon the million of lights that cover the horizon. The rest has disappeared into black. But as long as I keep my light on I am still visible. My own dot on the horizon amongst the many. When I want to disappear all I have to do is turn out my light and I dissolve until the morning reveals the rest of the imperfections.

Know I am one of the millions. See me flicker.