Tonight, the midnight sky is rather different.

It consists of dark clouds rapidly moving, dissapearing, and taking turns covering the bright entity in the sky.

I can only catch a momentary break of light, cracking through the clouds.

But I'm only searching for a beauty that cannot be revealed to this world.

I stare at myself, my reflection being cast upon me, this glass seperating me from the untouchable entity.

But in my eyes, I catch the big round beauty, glowing in me.

And finally I look up, the clouds moving away, my thoughts clearing, and my focus on one, breathtaking moment.

And that's the moment I fell in love.

With the moon.

My heart has never moved on.  

Even if yours is in sync with another one, I know it will never be mine.

I'm always longed for a response from you, my feelings concealed from this world, like a glass that will never shatter upon a reflection.

I'm forced into a new world, a new home, and to be around strangers who do not resemble you, those eyes, that smile.

And I know you won't come, but I still look beyond the crowds of strangers, for you.

Do you do the same, too?

In the vast world, it's him and I.

We love each other deeply, our hearts in sync.

I share his burden, and he shares mine. Together, we're like the moon and ocean.

And then it comes to me, that it's only my imagination.

Tomorrow will be the last time I'll try to meet his eyes, and offer him my whole heart without expecting him to offer his.

Because after that, I'll be saying farewell with my broken heart.

One tear of true pain, it's better than multiple tears of despair.

When you're hurt multiple times, the wound only gets deeper, the pain etched into your heart.

Love, hate, greed, suffering, impurities, compassion, several contemplations I've experienced in this life, all that brought tears.

Tears, they're precious. Valuable. Beautiful. Tears.

Everyday, I wait.

I wait for the moment I'm not surrounded by anything other than the darkness lingering around me. The moment the souls around me leave to roam different realms.

And in that moment, can I truly be myself.

I've always been delicate, or at least that's how I appear. In truth, I have been concealing the cracks within me. I can break, but I cannot completely shatter. Not because I don't want to, but because I can't afford to.

But in this darkness, with no one around, can I shatter, break, and let out cries of pain. I'm tired, tired of being forced to appear perfect when I'm not. Even if I have to endure for years in exchange for a second of this darkness, I would.