the moon.

sometimes when I think of you, I draw comparisons to the moon, you’re both bright and full of pure light.

maybe you’re both lonely, unobtainable in all of your beauty. everyone puts you on a pedestal of desire, no one ever dares to approach, to come close.

your existence is rather strange, one might say there’s an element of duality to you both. alive at night is what you become, that’s when you’re truly at your best. but throughout the day, you’re still there. not always seen, but always present. consistent.

you’re my light in the dark, my constant during the day. sometimes I long to fly to you, to remain with you forever and ever.