I think moon gets more love than it deserves.
Just because it's lucky to share the night sky with stars,
Everyone loves it more because it breaks and changes its shape every day,
And without doubts, everyone assumes that it's a good thing.
I fail to understand why this unwilling sacrifice is considered among the most beautiful things in the world.
Nobody knows what the moon has to say for all of this.
To be honest it is just a cold dessert hiding oasis somewhere on it.
But still, it manages to stop hearts and be a part of many important moments of one's life.
The poets write about it, the lovers gift it and someone in the wilderness admires it.
It shares there stories because it got lucky to be in the dark.
People ignore its arrogance and celebrate even when it vanishes with the sky.
Maybe if the sun had the power to grow and fade like the moon, we would have appreciated it more.
The sun shines every day but people have different emotions every day about it.
We don't give enough credit to the sun for it's being, and often ignore that it is the sun who makes the moon a moon.
We never appreciate the sun, it is always something else - either the wind, rain or the cloud.
The sun burns itself day and night to keep us from our fears.
But moon takes away all the praises.
Even when we feel safe when the moon is there shining brightly in the night, we forget it is the nostalgia of the sun wanting to be with us every moment.
Even when we are sad in the night, we blame the dark for making us feel that way, never the moon.
I think moon gets more love than it deserves.
But that's to blame on our eyes and heart.
It's there fault to get swayed away by the pleasant. They always look for beauty and reality.
A cold gaze seems more beautiful to everyone than a warm soul, but then they complain about this emptiness inside of their hearts.
Maybe paying a hard long look in the mirror will show us some reality of our own.