Rain is ok.
Why wouldn’t I be allowed to cry
when the sky is crying with me.
Clouds are ok.
Why wouldn’t I be allowed to hide
behind my dark shadows
wrap myself in them and watch the day passing by
if that is what the sky does.
Sunshine hurts my eyes that are too used to darkness.
Sunshine brightens up the day and brings to light how deep the rift is
between me and the world.
And that there is no bridge to cross it.
Or maybe I can just not see it
with these blinded eyes.