To The Moon

 Under the Moonlight (Nov 18)


Dear Moon,

Are you alone? 

Every time when I see you, you're fighting and shining through phases half, full, quarter, red, orange, I talk to you. You listen to every heart breaking and happy stories of people as dusk awakens. The long breathe I take mesmerized by you thanking you for listening to me, it makes me realize as if I'm healing even if its just for a second.

But today, when I saw you alone hiding behind those white and black clouds in a dark blue sky, I felt as if you're in pain covering those deep- dark scars something gave you. Do you feel alone when there are no stars?



I realized, you listen to everybody's problems but, what about yours? Do your scars too carry a deep story behind them? Maybe I'm just personifying you but trust me I felt your loneliness and today after so long you brought me out of my numbness. 

When your moonlight sprinkled a cold, soft aura, I realized maybe the everyday suffering of burning light ironically made you cold and numb. Or, is it just me seeing my own reflection? 


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