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Talking To the Moon
I wake up at night every night to sneak from the judgmental life that has even lead me in this interest, I sneak to the moon to feel the blood run through my veins just for a minute, I feel the blood run from the bottom of my feet till the tip of my head knowing somewhere out there, the love of my life, the person that eventually I will blame because of all my success the person that will make me feel like I am somebody that I did past the test, have I found this person? the person that will also be the cause of my death, because nothing really last forever everything must come to end but with you looking at the moon I feel eternal, I feel like I could jump over this moon just to get to you and we can run away somewhere run into what we want to do, life aint for so long why not just fall in love with you?
but see this is only a fairytale because beside this night this fantasies will never be, people look at me and ask if I’m sane if I’m okay, my family embarrassed by the hope and faith I have but I never knew nothing else but this faith to grab, people stare people look but people past, and if they don’t got a book? On my ass, then to me? What they say is trash.
Who are you and may I know? Will these feelings be executed by habits and contradictions and visions of being with someone else? would you be my royalty and ill be yours just hope I don’t get over thrown.
See I heard of you but you’ve never shown?
Should I take that in to consideration that the life that im facing is only just a dream that someone brainwashed me with just so that I could move from the past things? why are so many questions asked with love but aren’t people suppose to be certain of person who take controls of the key to your heart opens the door and takes it into a place where you can’t find it ? And if I let you have mines, can I have yours to? Will you mind it?
I hope one day this letter gets to you because ive sent it so many times not knowing who you are and not ever knowing your face here I am, and I’m ready for the chase, the chase that I pray to god every night that won’t lead me into mass destruction and make me re function my brain so I blame the world for my mistakes, all I know is I look at the moon, and I feel okay, so please maybe one day? You can come out from the cold grab me and tell me everything is going to be okay, but the percentage of you not coming is very great...
-Kris Harbor
