Moon Thoughts

By Steph



mis vagos sentimientos

waves of mysteries

Is this destiny that is calling?

Was I made for this type of situation or did I build myself into this.

Who am I, what am I, where do I belong to.

I belong to the aire, to the sun, to the moon. I am everything yet nothing, I'm nothing but every single thing at the same time. This is my destiny, what I am build for. I am what destiny created, I am created by all.

-steph
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Gothickitten notes

I like this quite a lot. I don´t feel like I can relate, but anyways it stills a nice writing. Reading this feels like breathing under the moonlight with the night wind whispering through my ears with no thoughts others than my own misery and success. It's like only salvation for my damnation is me, none other than me.

I may be wrong, but what the fuck is poetry!