Like the moon 🌙

The peace that flows inside , No attachments, no strings. Just like a bad dream . Sensitivity was there but where ? Well like the moon knoww my soul . I know I am like her . Lonely, beautiful and darkness owns her . Waiting for the sun to give her light. It was just not a thought or dream . It's a story of being lonely . Why wonder much for those ? Who left me alone those days ? Living in happiness and solitude no attachments and strings .