Darkness is the way people move.
I walk out at night and see shadows lurking around me.
I lurk around myself, watching the people
pass by, never noticing me.
I walk silently,
not wanting to be accused, noticed, seeable.
I move the way people move, blending in.
I’m alone.
I don’t want to be alone.
Every darkness has a light and my light has been found.
I walk past everyone now,
wanting to be noticeable.
My light shines brightly,
with friendship as my oil.
I smile every time I see them
and I never want to stop.
It make’s me happy.
And I hope…
I hope it makes them happy too.