My mother used to feed me showing the moon and narrating stories about him.
My father used to teach me lessons by taking examples of moon’s uniqueness.
Since childhood, I was told moon is great among the stars, the millions of stars.
I started admiring the moon when I was 12. I dreamt of becoming a moon when I grew big. I was attached to the moon’s greatness. He’s unique, solo, independent, look at his charm, billions of stars surrounded him yet no single star could beat his beauty. That made me dream of becoming like him.
As I grew up, I’d learned many things, In fact, I was taught many things by the time, fate and the people around me.
I choose someone, then she chooses someone else, this is how it works right?
Life ain’t a fairytale. It took me 20 years to realize. Surprisingly, I’ve become what I wanted, Moon!
Yeah! I’ve become a moon today! “Alone, Strong, Inspiring, lost and soon…..”
No matter how many people I’m surrounded with, I can be alone and that’s my strength.
A painful pasture gives you a fruitful future.
When I look deep into my soul, I see a plausible conversation between my soul and laziness.
What makes me stand again? When I dug my past, I found myself stabbing me.
I wouldn’t wish going back to undo that, but I could manage not to repeat it again and protect myself from my’self.