“She was like the moon; part of her was always hidden away.” – Dia Reeves

Shadows cast down on my sunny day and I am left with only a realization, for now I am hidden. But I do not want to be. For your sake, I will stand away from the sunlight casting down on everyone else but me and hopefully my day in the sun will come.

Now the photos I take will collect on my phone, staying in an album for weeks until they become a distant memory. I’ll avoid those words, not wishing to know the answer, or rather, scared of finding out a truth. The worry can hang over me like a cloud, threatening to spill at any moment, but waiting until I am in the comfort of my own bed.

I want nothing more for my day to come, my sunlight to shine and bring out my freckles along with a genuine smile I’ll get to wear the entire day. A day where you ask me to step into the light and my photos will be everywhere.

But here I will stay, curtians drawn and tucked into a corner. You cannot destroy something in a matter of weeks, just like you can’t build something up so quickly either, because the traces will betray you.