sometimes I feel like the moon,
because it's surrounded by so many stars,
and they're all the same -
little luminescent balls of light
glowing in the distance.
and the moon is so different from all of them
because the moon is just a rock.
and that makes me sad.
and I'm sure it makes the moon sad, too.
maybe the stars make fun of him.
or maybe they don't talk to him
at all,
because he's simply not like them.
but then again,
maybe the stars are jealous of him.
maybe they're tired of being the same.
maybe they want to be different
like the moon.
and maybe the moon is proud of being different.
maybe he embraces his uniqueness.
maybe the moon is happy.
I probably should be, too.
