The moon is beautiful tonight
The stars are alive
The night calls to me and I am drawn to it
I am drawn to it like a moth to a flame
like the moon to the sun,
like a leaf drawn into a hurricane
'Tis full of energy and mystery,
ethereal beauty, and longing and soul
and wanderlust
It pulls at my body like a great force
The night air fills my lungs,
and the wind whispers in my ear
I stand beneath the moon
on the brink of the universe
and I feel the entirety of my being
course through my veins.
My heart is restless!
It wants to leave
this place behind
and be free
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Iridescence
PoetryA compilation of the things I do when I can't sleep i.e. listen to music and try to write poetry and epigrams and shit
