From me, to me.


It’s me, again. With my dark thoughts.

I know i’ve promised to my self that i won’t write or bring my darkness to the world again. But here I am. Writing at 2 AM while lay down in my bed, too scared to sleep. Funny isn’t? You scared to sleep when sometimes you wish you get that kind of sleep where you wake up in the next week, or maybe the next years, or wake up when you ready to see the world again.

Sshhhhh, stop stop. Stop saying that. It just makes yourself sounds creepier. And darker. Stop. You need to stop.

Darling, where’s that light? You used to shine so bright, even the sun used to jealous with you.

Maybe i should stop declare my self as the moon. Should i be the sun? Be the stars? Or maybe i’m not the moon anymore. Maybe i am the hurricane. Maybe i am the storm.

No ones likes the hurricane.

No ones.

Find your light, you need to find your light. I know there must be some tiny spark in you. And be the moon again. Be the full moon. Be the super moon. Be the blood moon. Be whatever lunar phenomenon that makes people amazed by you.

You are you. You will be always the moon. Without you, the sky won’t be the same.

-From me, to me. 

(Now, sleep then wake up with the biggest smile. Be the moon during the day. Be the supermoon during the night)


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