i enjoy the time i spend under the stars.
its quite relieving.
but my calmness usually turns into sadness;
as my thoughts grow deeper,
and the sky grows darker.
i find myself searching for the smallest
crack or crevasse,
that maybe, just maybe,
i might find a sense of comfort in.
hoping that maybe i will see your hand reaching out for me,
lifting me up to a warming hug that has been filled with nothing but emptiness these past few months.
hoping that maybe if i lay here and stare at the stars long enough,
hoping that maybe if i cry out your name loud enough,
hoping that maybe if i can make a wish on that one shooting star,
maybe, just maybe,
you'll come back to me.
