Similarity is detrimental.
Diabolic in fact.
Because I must not imagine, and I cannot compare.
The brokenness of break.
Is this a test? Of capability or pure human nature
Pray not or I fail, miserably.

I have the sun by day and the moon that shines at night.
You realise, people often commend the moon.
And I live the day looking forward to that shine in midst of black.
My heart beats in the un-radiant.
And For the moon,
I love it's craters, the fact it disappears and reappears, breaking me, re breaking me.
It's air of mystery and isolation, unpredictability. How it glows in my darkness.
Then of late, I see its light as that of the sun's. A reflection of the existence of day.
And night becomes tormenting.


Slowly, gently, night unfurls it's splendor
Grasps it, sense it, tremulous and tender
How apt (: