Upside Down Sky
I've gone to the place with the upside down sky. Where the night is quiet and the hills somber. Where the true stars peek out from behind the curtain of the valleys pollution and laugh as they steal glances at the false sky below.
My anxiety doesn't lessen at the place with the upside down sky. There is no one to be with me so I try to seek the company of the hidden stars and dower hills but they give me nothing but silence. I hear the music of those together in the cars beside mine and my loneliness grows.
The wind is louder here, far above the valley where the edge of civilization looks like the horizon. The wind plays with the sheltered stars and makes jokes to the aged hills. But the wind will not speak to me. I can hear her, joking and playing and laughing and singing but she will not come close enough for me to understand. Or maybe we do not speak the same language. I wish I could understand her stories of running through trees, of lifting the ocean far above its natural banks, and the destruction she creates. I wish she could tell me the stories of first kisses she has witnessed. Of heartbreaks. Of love. Of every feeling in between. I wish the wind could tell me that she sees me.
I ran away to the place with the upside down sky. The wind didn't tell me her stories, but she reminded me of mine. She reminded me of strength and beauty and love and hurt. She reminded me that for every "me too" there is an "I love you", and that for every story that is told there are countless more that stay silent.
My anxiety has lessened in the place where up is down and down is up. Where the stars hide and the hills smile and the wind whispers her secrets to everyone but me. There is no person beside me but I am not alone. Sometimes silence is needed more than conversation.
I ran away to the place with the upside down sky. I caught a glance of it from the corner of my eye and it became the Milky Way, with innumerable twinkling points of light, with countless lives being lived around those suns.
My anxiety doesn't lessen at the place with the upside down sky. There is no one to be with me so I try to seek the company of the hidden stars and dower hills but they give me nothing but silence. I hear the music of those together in the cars beside mine and my loneliness grows.
The wind is louder here, far above the valley where the edge of civilization looks like the horizon. The wind plays with the sheltered stars and makes jokes to the aged hills. But the wind will not speak to me. I can hear her, joking and playing and laughing and singing but she will not come close enough for me to understand. Or maybe we do not speak the same language. I wish I could understand her stories of running through trees, of lifting the ocean far above its natural banks, and the destruction she creates. I wish she could tell me the stories of first kisses she has witnessed. Of heartbreaks. Of love. Of every feeling in between. I wish the wind could tell me that she sees me.
I ran away to the place with the upside down sky. The wind didn't tell me her stories, but she reminded me of mine. She reminded me of strength and beauty and love and hurt. She reminded me that for every "me too" there is an "I love you", and that for every story that is told there are countless more that stay silent.
My anxiety has lessened in the place where up is down and down is up. Where the stars hide and the hills smile and the wind whispers her secrets to everyone but me. There is no person beside me but I am not alone. Sometimes silence is needed more than conversation.
I ran away to the place with the upside down sky. I caught a glance of it from the corner of my eye and it became the Milky Way, with innumerable twinkling points of light, with countless lives being lived around those suns.
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There you go, my friends, my first real post. I am still figuring out what I'm doing here and I'm excited to go on this journey with you. If you want to comment your responses (please be kind) I would love to hear your feedback. And I will repeat, any and all prompts would be greatly appreciated. Thank you, and I'll see you next week.
<3 Ellen
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