17 April 2015 5:41 pm*
Greenish hospital-like bed sheets, caged windows, and coldness.
nothing but mere sounds of kids playing outside in the distance, and birds chirping their freedom away.
I've always observed birds; I loved how they had no worries and flapped their wings to new places whenever they felt like it.
I admire how they get to see places I want to see, explore things I want to explore. But, no. I stay behind a huge wall instead.
Sipping my regular poison at 5:00pm, and reading until the sun gets swallowed by the sky, leaving room for the kingdom of darkness, and its king: the moon.
Every one would symbolize the moon as the loneliest thing in the night sky, I agree, but here is my thought: it has an army of stars to accompany him.
The sun, however, shines in the day time, even if it stands alone between 9 orbiting planets. This taught me that sometimes when you surround yourself with people, it doesn't mean that you are happy.
You feel alone. I understand the moon, I pity him in fact. And I am jealous of the sun.
