when cloudy night is bright
than clear blue sky
when silence becomes
the new melody that
makes you at ease
solitude becomes that friend
who embraces you
and clears your mind
with their whispers

when rain and thunder become
your lullabies at night
when clock ticks and wind gusts
paint an imaginary landscape
in black and white

this is also beauty
the monochrome and melancholy
where the voice of others is not there
to judge your love
your pessimistic view
your heart of uncertain sense
and creative emptiness
that has flowed past the brim
© RukiaAckerman