I am accompanied with darkness. Never walking through the sun. Lingering in the morning, to see what the world becomes. The audacious acts of humans. The flippant acts of a child. A vacation from the quiet, but silence is versatile. It slips into the crevices, and hides into little slits. Then it rises every time a lonely person happens by.

Right now I am in a phase of trepidation. An anxious way to live life. Though, I guess I am immortal, and life only comes with the ability to die. Soon, once again, there will be a red moon, and I will have the glory. But the beauty only comes from the sun's shadow. The canny, overrated sun. The kind of person you can only wish to hate, but will never try to push away.

I can see him inching closer. A nefarious grin on his face. Never knowing why I disliked him. Or why I never seemed to wave. He didn’t get that I had no rays of light to surround me, or the steadfast craters that punctured my metaphor of a heart.

For he was drawn with a smile, not a sad man that sat in his midst. So of course there was a voice of morbidity, whispering in my ears, but better had never known me, and I hadn’t bothered to say hi.

And then he finally saw me, and there grew a smile on his lips. One so sincere I couldn’t resist.

“It's been awhile since we last met,” you could hear the lack of happiness in my voice, for there was an arrogance that surrounded him. One that made you want to cry.

“It’s been awhile since you’ve met anyone,” The comment was callous.

I could see my skin starting to tingle. I was in the shadow of the sun once again.

It felt unsavory. I was helpless to generate my own beauty and authority, but when I looked up I saw something unexpected. There were tears trickling down the sun's face. A scene so unheard of that I gasped.

“You can never tell a soul,” he choked out, more powerless even than I. “I can’t disappoint the world,”

He was tired. He’d been for awhile now, but all those who saw him couldn’t look past his light, and neither could I. I had never even tried. Though it looked like the brightness that surrounded him was a shield from the world, emotions were as versatile as silence, and slipped into the light. The world would watch him cry, and he couldn’t take a break when he was tired, because the hiatus would be enough to end a life.

“Stop,” I said, as he went to wipe his eyes, “I’m in the light for a little bit longer, so just let your mind go wild”

And he did, but no one ever saw him, for their eyes were on the red moon, the sun’s shadow blanketing the craters, the sad sitting man blocking the tears. Finally, two sides of the world had met in something that could only be described as a hug. So now when you see the red light you will know that it is two friends,finally having a chance to reunite.