I'm lonely when the sky is bright and blue.

When the breeze tries to whisper through my hair,
I wish it wouldn't.

When the sun tries to brighten my face,
I wish an eclipse would darken the skies.

Then the birds try to drown out my thoughts with their endless songs and the flowers ask why I don't admire their pretty petals.

It's too bright. Too noisy. Too colorful. Too....alive.

My mind is only at peace in a world of darkness, stillness, and quiet solitude.

Let me recede into the dark, hazy corners of my soul I call home.
Let me rest.