The lover of the moon is:
Scarred but completely and utterly beautiful
They will possess that ethereal beauty which is marred by man-made craters.
They will hold that silver gleam that is burrowed from a brighter, golden one.
They will know what it means to have a soft, gravity less surface so easily defaced.
They are surrounded by stars that seem to dim the light that never truly belonged
The stars that seem to push and push,
Until they vanish, obscured by harsh white light and infinite, deep blue skies.
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Bouts Of Writing
RandomThis is not a book, it has no plot. The only purpose it serves is as a space that allows me to pick out my unfiltered, and wholly random, thoughts. Put said thoughts in order and release them in a flurry of words. So if you read it, expect, in short...
