Moon.
Once again night greeted me with wast minds flowing through my head and took away my sleep. I feel like the moon. Night always keeps me for herself, like I belong to her. And I, as always, just sit there on the windowsill, gaze outside with tired watery eyes, filled with yawns screaming for rest. I sit there like the moon, always just being there with night, keeping her company. And I feel like the moon in my own life. I always need someone  to be the earth, so i could spin around and have my place. I will never be the earth, I will always be the moon, floating in nowhere until I find my earth.Â
















