5:12 am // 5th of May, Year 2018
last night, i thought i was the moon i have scars just like its craters but still brave enough to show its glow to you, alone
last night, you were staring at me, with my bare naked evidence of wounds, as if i were the moon with clear skies you waited for so long after the monsoon
you also have scars just like my craters but still soft enough to make me feel home


















