Jul 2018
Tears fall from the heavens whilst the angels bewail humanity
It's hard to watch the sun go down every night; the yellow and orange trickling beyond the horizon like a wounded animal, bleeding out into nothingness.
Take the moon;
Cold, tangible, dead.
It's only visible because of the Sun. The same sun it sends to a dark grave every night.
Much like the moon, a family cannot exist without two people, a mother and a father.
Much like the moon, love cannot exist without two people whose love is tangible through *I am in love with you's and the occasional will you bring me some nugs im really hungry.
Much like the moon, a poet cannot exist without inspiration.
Much of which, is inspiration through sadness.
It's hard to watch the sun go down every night; the yellow and orange trickling beyond the horizon like a wounded animal, bleeding out into nothingness.
Take the moon;
Cold, tangible, dead.
It's only visible because of the Sun. The same sun it sends to a dark grave every night.
Much like the moon, a family cannot exist without two people, a mother and a father.
Much like the moon, love cannot exist without two people whose love is tangible through *I am in love with you's and the occasional will you bring me some nugs im really hungry.
Much like the moon, a poet cannot exist without inspiration.
Much of which, is inspiration through sadness.
