Child of the dirt
The old myth goes that people were made to match. Children of the moon were a man and woman combined. And one day they were split to try to find their other half. My whole life I thought I was a child of the moon. But I think I'm a child of the dirt. Children of the dirt have no match, and will wander the earth alone. It makes me sad I won't ever have a person, but maybe I was meant to be alone. Most people will be children of the dirt. So at least we're alone together. I don't know what I did to deserve this, or how people get to be children of the moon. I'm jealous, but I can't change it. Maybe I had my perfect match, maybe I was a child of the moon. But life turned him dark and he turned me fearful. And now I'll be ruined forever. I'd do anything to find a good guy. One who will treat me right forever. But maybe I don't deserve that. Maybe it's better to be alone. Amour et roquettes n
