If the sun and moon are two different bodies, then why do they occupy the same space? If they share a different meaning and choose a different path, why do they end up intersecting at one point? Is there an unspoken love between the two? Or is that a chance they seek just to see each other again? Either way, I figured that the earth is the medium of that love. It stays in the middle, egging each of them on; simply trying to keep them together. If I occupy the same space as you, why do we walk totally different paths? How are we going to cross in the end and fall in love? We become that space between. We stop going our paths, and go toward each other's, just to talk for one day. I love you, sun. I love you too, moon. Now take me home, earth.

Strangely enough, I've been wondering about nothing at all. The mind I own is as empty as the sky it usually runs to. The clouds are as light as my thoughts. The color of the atmosphere is as bright as my love for it. If only people could fly; then, and only then, would i truly be happy. I sigh, and cry. I cry in my heart because if the world saw the sky I love so much, then the planes cruising would be of war. No longer would I be free to wonder and marvel at all of the works my mind creates. I would be free to cower and flit across the battlefield. Only trying to find sanctuary, I would bulrush all those in my path like I've always done. I hate to say it but, it would all depend if my words got to you first. Either way, the pain you would feel can only be mirrored by the eyes brave enough to gaze and try to grasp onto this tired wonder. I really do want nothing more than to fly, but until then, I'll keep these tears locked away so the clouds will stay light and not flood what's left of this world.

All this time, I thought home was back in my hometown
The house where I drew on the walls
The streets I'd play on and fall.
But, being this close to leaving, I know that is not my home.
It's my safe haven, my childhood.
But my parents and my brother...
That's what I'm dreading to leave.
I don't want to be somewhere starting off alone.
I want to stay with these three parts of my heart
Because if home is where the heart is
Then how can I live anywhere but here?

Is there anything  more sad than the sun fleeing the day in the horizon?What have we done wrong to cause it to blend in with the night and shed its skin to become the moon? What have we done to make it flee and lay with the stars?" We lived through its rays, and walked through the days." many will say. Is it tired? Or is it simply trying to spark a conversation with something more...celestial? I hope that wherever it goes, the light follows. The shadows alone are enough to make me quiver, even under the light of the moon. I welcome the day as much as i welcome my dreams. I think i'm caught somewhere in between.