I pay money for a good app,
but I don’t use it as much as I should.
Rather, I find solace in the quiet moments,
watching the other buildings of my apartment complex
as the sun does his best to peek his light
above their roofs.
This is the alone time that I cherish,
when it feels like a choice and not a punishment.
That feeling doesn’t always last.
Stuck in my head too long, the world tries
to convince me that I am better off
When I think things like that,
I try my best to come back to the light,
but it’s hard on mornings like these
when the sun’s gleam is swallowed by clouds
and the trees in the distance look spindly
Maybe if I write the clouds a thousand love letters,
they will part for me,
or maybe someone will give me the power to part them myself
in an attempt to set my emotions free–
emotions that have been trapped inside of me
for so long that they don’t remember
their home in my voice
or coursing through my body.
Once more I try to come back to the light,
but it is hard to see,
so I focus back on the clouds.
There is some sunrise color reflecting off them,
and I realize they don’t block the light,
they provide me with a different way
to see it.