Sep 25, 2003 11:36
Sometimes, I go out and stare at the moon.
The moon, pure white to the ignorant eye
Sits upon the edge of our invisible eggshell.
And I sit here and think, not like I used to,
But with a newfound innocence and hope
Understanding that we both stare at the same moon.
One moon, one planet that we share,
Yet we are worlds apart.
-just wrote this 5 minutes ago. dunno what to think of it. lookin for some feedback (if it's good or if it sucks royally) and if it's good, maybe a title for it...? lol, lata skata