love where nothing exists burns into obsession.
the sun, like the moon and stars, is our guardian. our mother.
alone, the moon carries its weight in life. and never does someone lend a hand to shoulder the burden.
you left me to cry, swallowing my goodbyes.
still on fire, i know who i am now.
at night, the encore begins to play.
not all that glitters is gold.
i’m tired right nowthe moon’s awake, staring at me full-on with its sparkling facemaybe i should be sleepingconked out in my bed, mind quiet – but insteadi’m listening to the pretty willowwail out its sad sighs, create mournful designs,and, in the middle of it all, the storm bellows its cries my parents fightthe doors startContinue reading “logging off”
the moon, its broad face,blinks lonely tears in dark nights,the world is silent