a Brief Story About The Moon
Under the night and light, she always spoke to the moon. The one listens to her with silence but still, gives strength with his light. Burn, my darling burning. Hundred times he catches when falling, and tonight she is not her, she is me. I thought it's changing, almost whole? no, the soul is still there. God, I call your name. Please remind me to always removing what blocked me from the inside. Whenever I fall again, I will use this light. Burry, Sometimes the rain comes. I can not see your whole. But blur only blurs in my eyes. Still. That light. Burning. Keep me alive. Not even made me buried, even a second.