it is not the end of the line.
if you ever feeling wasted
just look up to the night sky.
see those stars, you are one of them.
someone out there shares the same feeling— looking to the moon that staring back at you.
just like you, it has deep wounds.
despite those scars, it is still glimmers in the darkness,
shading light to the others.
don't forget that the moon is like you.
lots of scars yet incredibly stunning.
YOU ARE READING
ain't first, ain't last
Poetryto be one's saturn. [old poetry collection for someone we could never have]
