There comes a moment in life..
When everything seems to be falling apart,
Breaking, and shattering into fragments,
Family, friends, studies, life..
All too quickly to be fixed..
The rush to join the pieces together begin,
secretly praying that you will have a memory of what the picture looks like,
hoping you can restore it to its original form..
But futile efforts made,
you know its impossible.
Bits and pieces stolen away by people or too small to be noticed.
What remains, or rather, what you manage to structure with the remains,
looks deform and unfamiliar..
You begin to take up that form..
Changing to an almost completely different person without notice..
During the day you just wonder and question yourself in confusion..
"What have i changed into?"
"What made me become like this?"..
Here i am looking at the constantly shifting moon through my window.
It's beauty halfed from what it was merely days ago when Venus appeared..
So quickly it changed but a fact knowing it will regain its beauty and turn full again exist.
The moon, a beacon at night.
Storing the millions love letters lovers wished upon the moon, hoping their beloved claims it..
I need to stand up again..
The loneliness and emptiness here is eating me alive..
Uncontrollable tears just flow as i recall past memories that once made me smile.
How do i stand up again?..
How?..
Leonut..
When everything seems to be falling apart,
Breaking, and shattering into fragments,
Family, friends, studies, life..
All too quickly to be fixed..
The rush to join the pieces together begin,
secretly praying that you will have a memory of what the picture looks like,
hoping you can restore it to its original form..
But futile efforts made,
you know its impossible.
Bits and pieces stolen away by people or too small to be noticed.
What remains, or rather, what you manage to structure with the remains,
looks deform and unfamiliar..
You begin to take up that form..
Changing to an almost completely different person without notice..
During the day you just wonder and question yourself in confusion..
"What have i changed into?"
"What made me become like this?"..
Here i am looking at the constantly shifting moon through my window.
It's beauty halfed from what it was merely days ago when Venus appeared..
So quickly it changed but a fact knowing it will regain its beauty and turn full again exist.
The moon, a beacon at night.
Storing the millions love letters lovers wished upon the moon, hoping their beloved claims it..
I need to stand up again..
The loneliness and emptiness here is eating me alive..
Uncontrollable tears just flow as i recall past memories that once made me smile.
How do i stand up again?..
How?..
Leonut..
