Once I had a dream. I dreamt I was the moon.
I was so beautiful and inspiring, and my creativity and brightness never ended.
But the thing was, that no one got to admire my beauty.
You see, clouds covered up the amazing sight, and all earth could see was the fluffy ceiling.
once or twice, though, the clouds dispersed, and you could finally see the sky.
But every time that happened, the sun shone brighter than me.
And in my dream I longed for the day when the clouds would lift, and I would be the brightest light.
Then I woke up, and I couldn't help but wonder;
How many more moons are there out there, that no one seems to notice?
24/12/2015 (Just some poem I wrote today)