I didn't lost my pen but I spilled all of my inks.
I didn't crumpled up my papers but I ran out of pages.
I didn't lost my inspirations but I lost myself.But you still didn't leave. You were there on my darkest nights and cheer me up on my hopeless moments.
You were there to refill all of my emptiness,
To give me blank pages to start again,
and to give me a light in the midst of darkness.I don't know what else to say but thank you.
~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.