In my eyes the one thing thats most pure and true other then death, is looking up to a clear sky and seeing the vibrant and bright moon.
So rare in its beauty, yet to be seen by anyone who takes the time to look and enjoy it.
I wonder if it could think or comprehend beauty of it knew how majestic it is.
Same could be told about my woman, used to be my woman.
Now my moon hurts me when I look at it, floods my mind with things that once was and never could be.