I lift my glance above my head and notice that the Moon is half,
but I am in fact unsure if it is waxing or waning.
And I start to think about if she looks like she gets more sunlight in this current phase that she is in
(when the Moon is waxing it gets more sunlight)
But I just can’t differentiate.
I can’t tell the difference of her increasing or decreasing,
because half empty looks the same as half full.
And as much as I want to believe that half empty is the same as half full (which in that case most of the problems in my life will be solved), it is not.
They are two different things that I myself have to recognise and consider carefully.
I look above my head again.
And I think, and I think,
and I think that’s how unsure I feel in my life.
And this is how I have to accept my fate and do nothing about it but wait.
Because only the next day I will be able to tell If I’m waning or waxing, if I’m evolving or shrinking.
And it scares me.
But all I have to do is wait.
I feel half empty-half full about my feelings, about my love, about myself, about my heart, my brain, my hands, my body. I feel so unsure about what I can hear and what I can see, but what I can touch is the only thing I can be truly familiar with, because surprisingly that’s what brings me peace; and I touch everything to understand if they are half full or half empty,
when I completely then forget who I am and what I was yearning for.
Mar 19
Mar 19, 2026 at 8:05 AM UTC
I lift my glance above my head and notice that the Moon is half,
but I am in fact unsure if it is waxing or waning.
And I start to think about if she looks like she gets more sunlight in this current phase that she is in
(when the Moon is waxing it gets more sunlight)
But I just can’t differentiate.
I can’t tell the difference of her increasing or decreasing,
because half empty looks the same as half full.
And as much as I want to believe that half empty is the same as half full (which in that case most of the problems in my life will be solved), it is not.
They are two different things that I myself have to recognise and consider carefully.
I look above my head again.
And I think, and I think,
and I think that’s how unsure I feel in my life.
And this is how I have to accept my fate and do nothing about it but wait.
Because only the next day I will be able to tell If I’m waning or waxing, if I’m evolving or shrinking.
And it scares me.
But all I have to do is wait.
I feel half empty-half full about my feelings, about my love, about myself, about my heart, my brain, my hands, my body. I feel so unsure about what I can hear and what I can see, but what I can touch is the only thing I can be truly familiar with, because surprisingly that’s what brings me peace; and I touch everything to understand if they are half full or half empty,
when I completely then forget who I am and what I was yearning for.
Well that took a turn.
I always think too much, while trying to see both sides of the moon I keep loosing a part of it. I can’t only focus on the loop if I want to be with you. I always think too much, that much that I loose track of time, I loose track of life and I detach myself. I become distant and distant and distant, until I don’t even recognise my own self.
