luis

i feel the storm coming in. it’s starting to drizzle and i shiver from the cold that hung in the air. i searched the night sky and not a star in sight. where’s the moon, i wonder? did your invisible threads finally give in? did you fall into the ice cold waters? or are you somewhere up there, still hanging, hiding behind the thick dark clouds? are you scared to come out? will the eyes of those who look up to you reveal a truth you can’t face?

maybe you had the right idea

perhaps, hidden is the kindest place to be.