speak to the moon.

And here I am, trying to find myself in this cloudy brain.



Here I am, waiting for something to show me my way.


Here I am, and will be, until the stars come talk to me, and the reason of my life appears.


Here I am, trying to find myself in the moon itself.


Here I am, hoping that my pen learns how to draw my face.


Here I am, and will be, until the moon come talk to me, and the reason of my writing finally appears.


Something its inside me, I don’t know what it is, but I have to find a way to set it free; free to speak and free to be, so I could not worry of others instead of me.


Because that is who I am, that is who I will be, and now, speaking to the moon and the stars, I can finally be me.