What’s this lonely soul to do
when the moon is such a great sight
and only my eyes are here to witness?
And how am I to feel when the distance becomes not the abyss that separates me and the moon
but the extensive vastness that separates you and I?
Oct 6, 2014
Oct 6, 2014 at 1:52 PM UTC
sometimes I cry
it just happens
I don’t know why
sometimes I cry
and by sometimes I mean often.
Oct 2, 2014
Oct 2, 2014 at 12:05 PM UTC