There are multiple universes existing at the exact same time,
as multiple versions of me keep showing up.
Spring is when all your feelings are awakening and you start to trust the world again, like it never broke you.
It’s just so beautiful. The people, the scenery…and you either. But you were always was - the light, the shine, the warm. Simply ethereal like a spring breeze.
Summer time is the best season of it all for humankind. There’s this undescribable source of energy, sunsets and nightfalls but also the moody weather changes. That roll in announced - just like you.
As you changed. Suddenly. Without a warning.
So fall comes next. Everything is at peace, there’s this harmony of colors, fragrances, flavours.
The chaos and the storm is only in my heart. Because you left me. So there’s no peace in my soul. Better keep it covered. I hide it - tuck the ache beneath layers of silence.
Winter.
What I wish just to pass through quickly and quietly just as you passed through me without a warning sign, without a sound.
But I will survive this too.
But when the night comes…
O’ well…O’ that is just something else.
Because no matter what season this is, nights are like little evils lurking around my being.
Nights are scaring me, nights are when I miss you the most even though I think about you all the time.
When will it stop?
When can I be the daylight instead of the night?
When will it end one day so I can be the sun instead of the moon?
You saw me as the sunlight what shines through everyone.
But in reality I was always the moon.
The lonely one.
The sad part of the day, dark details in my veins which are just can’t seem to disappear. Can’t seem to fade.
So when the night comes…and when I am the moon again - not like the sun but shining in my own way - I hope you see me.
I hope you think about me.
Let me be your dark once again.