I walked out that early evening
and the moon sat there,
like a distant dreamer
on a perfect tree.
Some clouds clothed the scene
as they mirrored orange
left by noon.
Somehow,
those shards of sunlight
reminded me how to spell hope
and happiness.
I lipped -
then figured,
I was emptied from words
long before I realised
the sun can fall as well.
The day after -
I turned 27,
still had a single status
and failed some more.












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