the moon cries for someone else every night.
though scars covered every inch of her body, she stood up.
I lost you. And I don’t know if I can find you.
Weapons for the lost. Strength for the weak. Hope for the grieving.
the vibes in here. got me feeling. baby. don’t stop.
You and I, in this space together.
it is waiting for someone to solve it.
it is quiet. here, by myself. it is peace.
you are not alone, not even in the cold rainy night.