if i sat on the moon and wondered from above,
how we all became so tiny and solid
a free-formed cluster of uncertainty,
would i find the answer the stars haven't yet
provided?
i often think about shapes
and how the tides change with the moon herself
a presence of innate beauty, that challenges me
could i be an eclipse that casts a shadow so long it might never be full again?
i have been the fool for years
played behind the screens in times where
i was wrong, so was the next
and then the next of strangers
i let everyone in
hoping it could heal itself
then came the part where
i finally fell asleep broken apart
i felt the salty drops of sweat on my forehead
and winced
you said it was only normal
to make an effort for what you wanted
so i sat and asked the moon if this was what i wanted