The Sun and the Moon.
Two very different yet very alike things.
They both provide light on your path.
They both hang in the sky.
Yet they are different.
The moon represents cold walks in the moonlight, lit only by street lamps.
The moon represents late nights with friends, laughing until you cry.
The sun represents happiness yet busyness at the same time.
The feeling of doing the same thing over and over, wishing life wasn't so monotonous.
Different, but the same.

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Introspection
Poetrynoun in.tro.spec.tion \ˌin-trə-ˈspek-shən\ : the process of examining your own thoughts or feelings I'm just gonna dump thoughts here. Probably sad. Maybe not.