I don't immediately notice that joy has made my heart its abode. The realization that joy knows my name comes rather randomly, while I'm on a call with a friend. The night sky is dark, but this time, my heart doesn't mirror it. I’m up this night, and my pillow isn't drenched with tears. Laughter pours out from the same lips sobs have escaped. I'm happy. I think back to yesternights I prayed for tomorrows like this. Those tomorrows are my todays. The moon isn't blue tonight; this joy isn't one-off. This joy can last forever, and I believe it.
Adebisi Amori is a creative writer from Ibadan, Nigeria. medium.com/@adebisiamori