The man on the moon, you see
He has a few friends

He's perfect and broken
And is kind to no ends

I believe he is lonely
Floating gently in the sky

Even if you whisper him your secrets
He'll never tell you why

His pain is unmatched
Yet he's beautiful all the same

Even when he looks at perfect stars
He casts them no blame

And I find it comforting
Looking to him at night

For he taught me even in dark
There is a way to find some light

A leaf moves
we call it thought.

Silence gathers shape
then slips the name.

Truth is only still
until we touch it.

Even the sun
casts doubt
when it breaks.

The question walks,
but never arrives.

We were made
to create
to work,
to wonder.

Maybe by gods,
Maybe by stars,
Maybe by
nothing at all.

Truth
lost in time

Still,
we carry each day
in our questions.
looking for answers
in books
written by men

One day I hope to be healed enough to truly believe that people are capable of loving me

I miss seeing random text from my "friends",
The moment I stopped texting,
They also did,
Am I unlucky?

I remember putting efforts into "thee friendship",
But the effort was never matched,
I texted First, told them Random stories,
Planned dates,
Initiated most of the things.

I don't know whether I am angered or disappointed,
I'm just hurting,
It feels silent.

Roses are red,
Violets fade too,
You hide in the shade,
Yet shimmer with hue.
-**

"Hey, God, why has my life been such a disaster?"

"Are you judging it by your failures or your achievements?"

it’s sad to say
that nowadays
a smile
is more often
used
to hide depression
rather than
express
happiness.