Come sit with me my dear,

*Even the Stars need the Darkness to shine.

the problem with being strong is you have to constantly be strong otherwise you break or no longer be seen as the strong one

two drops of water, you and I
combining and waiting
to vanish through the grand sky
forming a cloud or even a veil
knowing one day
we'll bring the rain.

if time had fingers
I would braid them with mine
and never undo
this dance we call it
life.