I wonder what the morning will bring;
For now, I will count the stars.
My hope comes in waves and soft whispers in the night.
It is now that I want to remember.
Moments…stolen in time and tucked away in the deepest parts of me that will always remember.
Pieces of me that I can never get back, thrown about the remnants of what remains.
Every day feels like rain until I remember that I am my own sun when I want to be.
The sun suits me much better than rain. In the rain, it is true that I am closer to myself; but the sun is where I long to be most of the time.
I am looking for the rainbow, because I know it will come.
You always look up, and it’s just there.
It comforts me. Because I know the sun is coming.
Maybe that’s weird, but that’s just me.