They say before the Sun and Moon lived together as husband and wife and the stars as their children, existing under the same sky. One day the Sun reached for her children the stars and they were burnt. And so the Moon took away the stars from the Sun, ever since then the Sun always chases the Moon and the Moon always running away from the Sun.
My heart, piled up with feelings are piercing through my soul, eating me even up to the last crumble it can look. Now I walk in the streets of people feeling as light as a feather.
The things I go through, being human.
I am tangled in a web of confusion. Stuck with the idea of what should’ve been and what could have been.