Moon has stopped shining, it keeps glaring. Yes I realise, yes I know I'm wrong, yes I am drowning in this guilt. No, I don't want sympathy.
I want to pour my words somewhere. So whenever I read it, I can see who I am. So these sleepless nights can come to an end. So this vertigo can end. So this heart can finally rest peacefully.
Just peace. Please.
YOU ARE READING
Moon Talks
PoetryWords twinkle inside my head when I spend time with my best friend- moon.
