Mr Moon Man

[builtgodnowwhat]

The other night I was looking at the moon, it was bright and blue. I too that night felt blue, as if my face felt numb. The soft breeze blowing against my skin, my tears frigid as the Arctic. I was alone, the only noise being the loud sound from my headphones and the crickets chirping. I sit alone on my back porch, feeling only dejection inside my body. The moon casting its beautiful silver lighting onto my soaked face. I wish I was the beautiful moon, maybe then the people around would see me.