A moon that refuses to shine
I have to write so that I do not drown under the burden of being unheard I stand atop a cold mountain or at the bottom of a hellish pit there are no trees here tall enough to hang my thoughts here, my heart grows weary of holding all the weight and I can only lie down to give it a moment to rest and expand again somedays I feel as if nothing is mine as if I have to borrow air just to get through the day you see, I am always suffocating in an eternal melancholy so, somedays I like to stay still breathe in all that I've seen give back what I've borrowed get rid of what I stole and on other days it feels impossible to stay in one place so I leave again.
