I've lost my name far away amongst the trees.
It's intertwined with the thorns and poison.
The hazy purple moonlight that was once coated in plastic and paper, whose name I struggled to remember, now watches every movement and tells its friends of my mistakes.
That moonlight that was once deliciously hushed and tranquil becomes vaguely unnerving. I pray for it to rush into a sunrise so I can retrieve my name
A name that belongs only to me
A name that will tell them who I am