Look outside on a dark, dreary night.
Is she cold?
Is she sobbing?
Are you okay in that moment?
No.
She's upset.
Can you hear her?
Escaping is NOT an option now.
I feel so unsafe and so alone.
As you do.
Where do we turn when the sun
Decides to hide itself?
There is no warmth, no sunshine, no happiness.
Our lives are deprived of joy here.
And the moon weeps,
For she knows,
Her name is long forgotten.
Not to me.
Never to me.
I care.
I love her.
I really do.
Don't you take her bleak beauty for granted over the golden sunshine.
