the moon never responds

Was i made in abyss? Every night i speak to you in my desolation Lamenting my deepest thoughts in your sight. Admiring all your beauty for i have none of my own. Was it taken away by the wind, or a void? I love how my reverie ignites to you I wonder if it's waiting for your solace I also wonder if you're able to see the veil and walls built around me sometimes I'm unable to see them myself.