the shadow of moonlight

well, i guess i am not proud of what seems to be yesterday...

at this time, i realized something

i realized that maybe tomorrow does not

really exist, that may be today

and what we call tomorrow and yesterday

are just illusions that we use to separate the

abundance of the time period which repeats every

two dozen of a kind


maybe today because today

not tomorrow and not yesterday

but the never ending today

i realized that well,

these words would seem that

even after everyday

even after every second i realize

that not everything must be made to fit

that maybe sometimes we realize that

it just hurts because we let it

it just happens because we let it

that maybe i really am just a robot

that maybe we all really are just something that

in life, are an existence of something more

rather than that creator of something less

that maybe these words

these porcupine words

those that utter the most common

and sometimes not common

would mean the best of

whatever the world made to last

and that everything

and that existence

was meant to fulfill a reason

but then that value we put on things

those borders and levels we humans create

are those very same things that fulfill our destiny

and that destiny was not meant to be

as they say predetermined

but rather we make it

rather we take it

and rather we break it

those bonds, those hopes,

even the very life itself that

every ounce of air we breathe

to every breath we take

will take us to infinity

and that the shadow

and the moonlight

the howling wolves remind us of fear

that fear of our own trueselves

is what make us to beleive that we are

imperfect as human beings








but then, why exist?

why try when we just cause a flux

to whatever is everything else?

then i heard this

"if you want something, take it

go for it yourself and do

everything for yourself,

then in the end you will find

whatever He wants you to find"

then it hit me, it hit me so hard

i felt i had a wound for it

that maybe, people lie not because

they want to conceal the truth

but rather they just cant accept it

maybe not yet

maybe never

but then, as the moon lights

the natural phenomenon let

the unravelling of an unnatural thing

this moonlight i spectacle upon

has something within, something

small that i think only i see for one sees

that there really is no steps for coping it

nothing of the instructional like sense

that would ease it in simple steps

just that it is so simple

so simple we cant understand it easily

that maybe

we just failed to accept

why life is full of fools

and that people who are great

often make the most mistakes

people understand

WHO YOU ARE