October 06, 2025

In a shaded valley with a rustling river, the full moon dares to peek. The wind brushes the night. The music fades into my vacuum eyes. I ask the moon to sing me a melody so I could sleep this feeling away. It's awfully akin to when my hand slipped away from my mother's. Like I am standing all alone in front of a crowd I ran away from. I ask the moon, whether it misses the stars covered by the raging clouds. Were you ready when the sun set? There's a bus riding the wanderers wind tonight. I hear it carries a green youths' song. Maybe, if I catch that bus, I could soundly sleep this away. And maybe, it will take me to where I belong. So that I dont have to search for it anymore.