As I looked up at the moon,
I thought of all the possibilities each and every person may be going through.
They can be going through hardships
All the things they are weary about
They can be going through pain
The pain that life gives us knowing we cannot harbor it
They can be going through happiness
The one thing we all long for, yet for some reason, tends to be temporary
Or they can be going through the empty, vast world of thoughts
Staring up at the ceiling
All alone, shut in the dark
Some thoughts are overwhelming
They occupy us
And we cannot contain it
But some are just empty
When we feel nothing and all we can do is wait
Wait for the thoughts to come back
Listen to the silent room
The silence overwhelms me and suddenly I don't remember what it feels to hear anymore
Do i want to hear again?
The things that people say
The words they use to break me
Do i want to hear it all again?