Dec 2019
Into the night
The moonlight pulls me
Towards it
It feels so real
Nearing it, the emptiness fading away
But the moinlight blinds me
Oh so silly
Oh so shallow
But oh! It felt so real
And now i am on the moon
This feeling echoes so strong
But it doesn't hit me hard
It doesn't hit me real.
The moonlight pulls me
Towards it
It feels so real
Nearing it, the emptiness fading away
But the moinlight blinds me
Oh so silly
Oh so shallow
But oh! It felt so real
And now i am on the moon
This feeling echoes so strong
But it doesn't hit me hard
It doesn't hit me real.
I long things. I do them. They end. They leave this emptiness behind making me think why did i even want it, the simple things they feel so pointless and fake after i get them or do them. It makes me fear if i will ever feel connected enough to feel the reality.
To feel it was meant to be ,to feel it to be true.
To feel it was meant to be ,to feel it to be true.
