I have my morals. They flow in my veins.
But I am also human, and morality bleeds onto my skin.

So occasionally, when the moon hangs full,
you'll find my heart lost in it's embrace
& my soul in the skies.
My moonlight,
on my lips.

How did I let you go
amidst my turmoil.
Because of late I lose my astronaut dreams.
& the moon smiles at me in blue, in eternal separation, in solitude

Moonlight appears now only in my fantasies.





Touch me
It's so easy to leave me
all alone with the memory