the struggles of the pink moon

hope tried to detach itself from reality,

now it's the other way around.

how can i become the sun when i am the moon,

watching you spin.

as i watch you spin,

the stars are here to watch with me.

without their glow.

not wanting to distract you,

hoping you don't realize it too late.

as a last resort, the moon tried pulling closer to the sun


yet it remained stubborn.


it was necessary to make you possible


it did not move, not even an inch.


and it’s not even possible.

it had to.

not a moment of victory,

nor of failure.

it chooses to,

because it had no choice.