rest.

every last bit of it.

every last moment floated up into the air.

every second, rested beneath the stars.

it remained.

intertwined.

it’s the sun and the moon.

yet they always miss each other.

its absence left a deep wound in their souls.

they were staggered.

limping because a piece was missing.

it was.

maybe,

someday things will be different.

there is light.

music, nature, art, literature, and beauty.

but the rain fell and fell

and so for now, it rests.