the moon is visible
the stars are scattered like splattered paint.
reminds me of how things were back then.
the days where I thought nothing could go wrong.
there was hope. there was light. there was the future.
but then the moon went away. the stars couldn't help but follow.
the rain took its place in the sky.
and there was deep water to tread.
but the moon was visible tonight. and the stars scattered the sky like splattered paint.
and there is joy and hope and a future.
and I am stronger.
Feb 19, 2020
Feb 19, 2020 at 10:22 PM UTC
the moon is visible
the stars are scattered like splattered paint.
reminds me of how things were back then.
the days where I thought nothing could go wrong.
there was hope. there was light. there was the future.
but then the moon went away. the stars couldn't help but follow.
the rain took its place in the sky.
and there was deep water to tread.
but the moon was visible tonight. and the stars scattered the sky like splattered paint.
and there is joy and hope and a future.
and I am stronger.
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