how dare I miss
moonlight wasting time
thinking about the past?

how dare I miss
every emotion I could
spill on paper
and all the colors I could
mix on a new canvas?

I forgot last night’s moonlight
and all the nights before
I was too busy blaming myself
I could use those
lumps of pain for endless inspiration
yet I chose to sit there
as if I am guaranteed to live forever

and I promise myself
I will let it all flow within me
the good and the bad
I will allow the waves in me
to burst into chaotic art.