You know, I look at the stars and moon and sky everything that's out of reach has a different charm to it.
No matter what you do or how hard you try you can never get it.
And so you just appreciate its beauty from afar and be grateful you are aware of its existence.
But why is it? Why do the things we can't have posses so much charm that words just can't describe or Atleast my vocabulary.
Why is always the otherworldly forbidden always enticing making you restless and at the same time giving you a lingering feeling of peace.
