I want to be the moon

and disappear

when everything becomes clear and confusing

in the light of the day

I want to be the moon

become the focal point of the sky

the only clarity in darkness

I want to be the moon

that is so distant that it becomes unobtainable

so even you couldn’t reach it

I want to be the moon

that sits over you and me

when we’re not thinking about each other

I am so tiny

I have never once loved because it was tangible,

I have loved because it wasn’t

And then, when I believed it was mine

I let it slip right through my fingers, hoping it will be cold





With warmth-

I would melt

I turn over

and watch myself fall

and the sea is furious

I feel no desire to swim

much worse than drowning,

there is nothing you can do

and worse,

nothing you want to do

I realize then

as I choke



I often feel like I’m sinking when I am not near water at all.



but then I remember

he is the sea

and he’s silently calling

to hold me forever

and as the land slowly slips away,

a sharp impulse fills my body, my mind

I feel as though I must leap

for if I do not

I know for certain I will fall

and a star shoots by

and somewhere a girl is coughing up water



You
His shore
it’s not screaming, its quiet,

calm and still…

like how the sea must appear from a star

yet he

more radical than any ocean could ever be.


completely silent.

but never empty.