She flared her nostrils in the fashion of a Dragon.
What kept her unpeaced was her own wild jargon.
She turned her eyeballs towards her insides
And saw that she was rotting from within.
On Reverse, She went
on reading her lyrics
And it took a little more than a second to remember that girl.
That girl was looking at the moon and then the stars,
She thought moon would look beautiful if it was golden.
The stars reminded her of her friends, always with her
And always many and different, just like them stars.
In her mind, She saw that girl looking in the mirror,
The image told her she had lonely eyes, forlorn.
She wanted more than ever to rejoice, welcome and love her life,
But she did not , not knowing how..
Without warning , a little was left in her control,
Chained and shackled , she crushed under misery.
She wrote her tears and rewrote her sorrow,
Until she saw the moon again, again hoping it became golden.
The Moon was her bearer, and in that she saw herself.
She saw the different shapes, the lack of its parts on some days.
She saw that every once in a while there is no Moon in the sky,
And She saw it wasn’t becoz of the stars, nor becoz of the
earth.
Moon rules its own being, and it knows the Power.
The power of knowing that being you is as difficult as being
Something you want to be.
That girl in her thoughts suddenly dissolved into the empty
reality,
She thought about her next song lyrics and shook her head out of
the daze.
But it just wouldn’t go, the lightness of herself made her
smile,
She thought of her past, which she had just seen in a different
light.
And the pages of her story turned brighter with every move she
made,
A bubble of joy burst in her, flooding her with happiness.
She lived in it from then on, she looked at her Present with
hope and smiles,
She danced into the
future with her Eyes, loving and mildly surprised to see
The oddity of their
vision, the Oddity of Positivism .
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