moon of the sun.

He is the sun.

I am the moon.

He can shine on his own.

I could do with his brightness.

He has his own warmth.

I need his heat.

He is conspicuous.

I can be concealed.

He is vast.

I am little.

He is everything.

And I am nothing.

Without him, I won’t exist.

Without me, he can live.

Isn’t pathetic?

He exists fairly on his own.

He can survive without aid.

When every part of me screams for his protection.

Every gist of my subsistence calls for him.

I am just his shadow.

And never will I be his light.

He will always be my sun.

And forever will I be the moon.

The Moon, not entirely his.

And the Sun, selfishly mine.

inevitable, i guess.

They say life is full of twists.

You go right; it will bring you to the opposite direction.

You go forward, but it seems it drags you back.

It’s as if no matter what you do, no matter how you try, it won’t let you go to that path you want without facing the worst.

Without you feeling hopeless.

Sometimes life will make you experience every possible wrong turns.

Yet, many will find their way back.

Many will discover the right track.

But some will get stranded.

Some will be trying to move ahead but can’t go on.

Yes, life is so curious.

It can bring sufferings, it can also bring injustice.

But these must not be the reasons to stop, to give up.

It can be difficult, it can be chaotic.

Someone must be strong.

Someone must be able to bounce back.

Someone must know the rhythm of the song, the steps of the dance, and the lines of the poem.

Someone must be able to follow the current of the river.

For all of these have to happen.

For people to understand their existence.

For them to finally reach the ends of the world.

And for them to finally be at the place they ever dreamed of.

---sheilalyndatu---

“The clouds are rivers that already know the sea.”—The Valkyries, Paulo Coelho