Sometimes I wish I could hug the moon.
Because people don't feel good enough anymore.
I feel ashamed about being a person.
Is that even possible?
I want to give the moon a hug.
Or maybe alter my mind with a drug
I'm tired of seeing the world through this overthinking lens
I somehow drift apart from all of my friends
And fall asleep after talking to the sky about it all
I don't know why I talk to her, it's like talking to a brick wall
But at least I can talk to her and not get attached
Because she's also on her own every night; she's learnt how to detach
From the ones far away, in a place that's so big and empty
Well it's not that empty actually, she's surrounded by millions of stars
And tiny people and machines, who keep using her as a surface for scars
Or at least our people call them man-made marks.
I don't know what I'm on about anymore, but I seem to feel distant amongst the other people in all these streets and parks
I just want to give the moon a hug.
She seems like a better option than the people sometimes
She'll be there every night when the mind whispers and chimes
She listens to me when I speak, she never interrupts or judges
So I wish I could show her some gratitude
She's somehow there through every event and magnitude
And she isn't a person,
Which is kinda the best part.
This isn't a sad poem by the way, this is just me being honest.
Sometimes I feel ashamed to be a human
That may sound silly
But this is just me and my night time vulnerability
It amazes me that people have learnt to be ashamed of vulnerability
But I don't know what I can do about it, so I just talk to the moon about it.
And she's never shamed me once.
So here's a little letter about how I feel about humanity
I might read it later and think it's kinda stupid
But i have dreams about all the things it could be
And I'll talk to the sky about it all

It's right there when the rest of the world feels small.



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