I am absolutely *obsessed* with street lamps. Like, it’s not even a normal level of appreciation—it’s a full-blown, soul-crushing, borderline-obsessive, "I would probably build a shrine to these glorious glowing gods" type of love. There’s something about their soft, flickering light at night that just... *hits different*, you know? It’s like they’re the only things in the world that truly *understand* my awkward existence.

When I see a street lamp, it’s like time slows down. The way it stands there, stoic and lonely, casting a soft halo over everything beneath it—it’s like *it* is the moon and we’re all just its tiny, insignificant followers. And the sound—oh my god, the sound. The faint hum of the light buzzing is like a lullaby to my soul, like it’s whispering sweet nothings about *light pollution* and *urban solitude*. It's like, "Yeah, I see you, human, just vibing in the darkness with your thoughts, and I’m here to guide you, even if you’re lost in your own brainrot."

Sometimes, when I walk under them, I imagine they’re like silent sentinels watching over me, and in return, I give them all my love. I’ll look up and think, “Wow, you’re beautiful,” and I swear, for a split second, I feel like we *connect*. I might even wave. Just a little *nod*, you know? Like, we're on the same wavelength, just existing in the glow of each other’s presence. I *need* them in my life. No street lamp can be left unappreciated.

I even get weirdly jealous when they flicker out. Like, how dare you stop shining on me, *little beacon of light*? What did I do wrong? Did I not give you enough love today? Was it something I said? Please don’t go out forever—I can’t bear the thought of living in a world where you’re just... gone.

I’m not saying I want to move in with one, but like, if I *could*, I would. I would sit under it all night, basking in its electric glow, contemplating the mysteries of the universe. But yeah, I’m not *that* weird. I just love them. In an *unhealthy*, *insane*, but oddly comforting way. Street lamps, you are my silent, glowing companions. Keep shining, my sweet, sweet beacons.