Whispers of the Soul

The Moon And I ๋࣭ ⭑

I really believe that I was not born to admire the moon, it is beautiful, I do not deny it, but it makes me extremely sad to see it... it cannot shine without the sun's rays, it will always be with the emptiness of space, only creating illusions of joy observing our lives...

And the stars are so distant and luminous that she is not able to talk to them, she is immersed in eternal loneliness and wonders if the moons of the other planets will ever be interested in approaching such an empty but full moon of hearts that do not belong to anyone.

Maybe the moon and I are not so different, maybe that's why I can't admire it either.

Just a voice๋࣭ ⭑

I always hear a voice, in nowhere, so far away, so alien to others, so desperate...

She always screams for some company, always begs for a little love, always seeks to help others so as not to feel empty.

The other night that voice whispered...it no longer had anything in itself that made it want to continue and that was the last time I heard it...

That voice so strange, so unloved, so quiet was so...mine.