There isn’t a night that doesn’t sing. At this very moment there is no chaos on this street, but I cannot speak for the next. Lovers are dancing, spirits are awakening, and there are children smiling in their sleep. ...And I cried. Not because I was sad, not because I was happy, but because I can simply feel. I feel. & to not dwell on a feeling - that’s bliss. I thought I had left my passion in the abandoned corners of my home town - the definition to my perfection. I will not be selfish and search constant happiness. For constant, pure happiness will cause that state to become my normal & will no longer deliver it’s purpose. One cannot exist without it’s opposite. Tomorrow morning the child won’t remember their dream and the lovers will wake up to thoughts of what it is to not be a child, but that spirit will continue haunting them all. & I will revel in my existence of the feelings I carry and the places I have been. For those who chose to join me and leave me, the places I’ve left and arrived to, have created my balance. El Grullo, Jalisco, MX, 2006 There isn’t a night that doesn’t sing. by Jessica Flores