Dying On The Moon

A breath of fresh air was once clean. The sun starred in awe as it danced in the darkness. I danced with it. Every position made possible was swept away. I knew time wasn’t relevant anymore. With time comes agony, and with agony comes the rotting emotions I tend to keep still knowing it’s wrong. You’re right. Baked by beauty, with passion as the main ingredient, I assure you, I read the instructions well. The stars align perfectly so that I may follow in your footsteps. I glide along the distant ground as if I am not bound by the world. Your world. You brought this upon us. You made me this way. I keep focus on the true and the persistent. Distance, yet I still feel you. A burning ball of compassion and shelter, I favor you over anything. The moon knows me well.

The sun knows not to tell.