under your light

strange night

envious of a life she wishes she could have, nostalgic for the good old days, where her mind was too pure to be worried.
feeling guilty because she thinks having nothing to cry for, never had the opportunity to put words on what is going on in her mind.
maybe she lives in a delusion, creating fake problems to avoid whatever you want.
maybe.
or maybe not.

confused about how she should feel or react, she lets the days fly by in a monotonous routine, repeating the same disc over and over.

falling asleep when the moon starts to leave, opening her eyes when the sun starts to set.
the darkness constantly being right next to her, both enjoying each other's presence.

because of a now dead mind, deprived of any type of control it could have, she lets the others decide for her how the day will be.
doing nothing more but blindly follow the still enlightened minds she can hold on to.

so the day, she is nothing more but an empty head, feeling totally numb.
but sometimes, to remind her that the numbness she can experience is only an illusion, she can have the chance to feel a bit of pain, giving her the possibility to silently cry.
the « lucky days ».

but the night, when the darkness of the sky is covering the world she has to live in,
her mind starts to wake up.
enjoying the silence, being awake when nobody is.
feeling like the last person on earth, not even a soul to disturb her.

lost in her thoughts, wanting more but too scared to cross that line, she sits on her childhood chair, just in front of her open window.
ignoring the cold winter wind caressing her skin like a rock, she finds herself staring into what people would call the void.
however, if you decide to care a little bit more, if you look closer, you will see that she locked her eyes with something else.

her eyes full of light for the first time, after what she thought being an eternity, by something she never thought she'd care about.

announcing the end of the boring days;
illuminating the dark sky and sleepy houses;
being lost people's lighthouse and helping them to find their way in the eternal mist;
being the sun's soulmate;
she is here.

her own light linked with the weak teenage's soul, both searching for something to care and be exited about.

a weak smile on her hopeless face,
she saw you, the moon.