I thought it was the moon and stars that makes me up 'till midnight, but all along I was wrong. It wasn't the shape of the moon nor the numbers of stars scattered above that makes me admire the beauty of the night but was the thing we called silence.
It was as if the loud silence is whispering into the deepest corner of my soul--comforting me and telling me that it is okay not to be okay. It was as if the cold breeze coming from the seashore is embracing my entire body and heart and telling me that I'm just alone but not lonely.
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~Luna
BINABASA MO ANG
of wishes and whispers to the moon
Randomand the moon hears my cries, and wipes my tears. and it stays on my darkest nights, when no one else did.