I miss the sounds of the highway, the open window, breeze blowing between my fingers. The city lights always promised that I was never alone, but the sea so quickly sleeps when the sun sets, and I’ve always been scared of the dark. You see, I’ve thought a lot about why the ocean has left me empty, why I yearn for the buildings and the street lights, why I miss the dull hum of tires spinning fast on the 4 lane track. Time has taught me that I enjoy solitude amongst a crowd, that the ocean provides no comfort when the light isn’t shining on it, I, can’t see the moon from my window, and I, can’t trust the promise of a new day without a little guidance. So, I’m trying to trust myself, to know that I am made up of more than this moment, that I am not greedy for missing the skylines, that I still can love an ocean sunset, but fear the darkness it brings. And it is so dark where I sit, clouds covering the stars, the moon, hidden somewhere far away from me. I want the whisper of traffic shuffling about, the dim lights in the distance, promising that someone somewhere, is awake and looking for the answers too. I’ve done my time in the darkness, it’s time to be among the places that dream while awake, the places that are too busy to settle for the shadows. I guess I’m not as in love with the ocean as I thought, (coloringtheworldwithwords)
