A white sky haunts me
As the clouds cry a sorrowful
Moment of unkind tears.
Tears that hold a burden for every soul that look's up at the sky and confesses all their sorrows.
I to am one of many who burden the sky ,
With one constant question
"Why?"
"Why not now?"
"Why not soon?"
All the 'why's' but none of the awnsers.
People keep their secrets -
In a box,
In a book,
In a person,
Or
In their hearts,
But I keep my secrets in a place I know is safe, a place no soul will hear it , a place no person will learn it , a place only I hold the key too. A place up in the clouds.
But the biggest secret I hold is the anticipation of waiting for the day I find her along with all my awnsers , the who I question about , the ghost who haunts my dreams the one who will change the world I dreadfully live in.