//August 15th of 2021
- Lonely as the Moon -
I have always thought of the moon as someone lonely. As I look up at the clear night sky during its fullest form, I can't help but feel pity for such orb of mysteries.
It's just there, sailing through the sky so freely, not a hint of star in sight. They seem to always cower in fear because of the moon's glow. But is it its fault though? For all its life, every millennium it has lived in, the moon was always radiant.
I disliked the moon for sending constellations away. I never liked how it made the sky too gray.
And yet, I still find myself in awe. The way it holds moonbows still. The way it simply shines through the night. The way it peaks through the bedroom window on cloudy times. The way it scares the sadness away just right.
If I could stay awake, I would choose to give the moon company. Listen to its secrets as it kept mine. Appreciate it as I have loved shooting stars. Offer my time as gratitude, for I have always thought of the moon as someone lonely.
I wonder if someone out there also sees the moon in me.
//D.A., Poems & Proses & Points of View
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Poems & Proses & Points of View
RandomA not so everyday entry of poems and proses filled with thoughts about the world and everything. All through the point of view of a hormonal teenager who matured too early and lived so foolishly. No regrets, though.
