Under the moon I talk

Under the moon, I talk.
About my fear, my insecurities, my failure, and my regret.
But nobody hear, or want to hear.

Under the moon, I write.
About the words unspoken. About things that I should've said, but I didn't have the guts to. About things I said and didn't mean it, or about things that I should kept to myself and regret saying it.
But nobody read, or bother to know.

Under the moon, I sing.
The sing of desperation and sadness, that somehow make me drown into a miserable ocean.
The song is so sad, nobody recognize that as a song.

Under the moon, I dream.
Dream of losing people I love, dream of hating people who love me.
Dream of living in loneliness for the rest of my life.
I should've wake up from that dream, but I can't.

I look up at the moon and realized how beautiful it is.
Realizing that I'm too busy counting the stars and just simply ignored it.
Realizing that there are so many things life can offer, and I should be thankful of.

Under the moon, I promised.
I would not take life for granted anymore.
Under the moon, I promised.
To be grateful of my life and what I've got.
Under the moon, I promised.

To not let my happiness depends on something or someone other than myself.

Under the moon, that night,
I sleep with happiness.

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