There was a man who chased the moon. 

He said it was for love. 

I chased him round until we flew, 

The ground beneath us gone. 


The stars all looked like splintered glass 

With emptiness between. 

I asked him why we floated so. 

He said it was for love. 


A floating, wandering, unkempt love 

In search of a lost moon. 

He said the ground was too below, 

And us, we’re too far gone. 


This love is new and rich, I thought, 

Unlike I’ve ever seen. 

She’s chased and chased, but never caught. 

I asked him why he cared. 


“Unsafe, unknown, and wild, this love, 

But would you ever know? 

Her smile at night and pale, white light 

I’d rather chase than forgo.” 

Writer. College student. Focused. Blessed. Adventurer. Musician. Professional over thinker. I'm pretty busy with college, but sometimes I write. It clears my head and reminds me of the impact I want to have on the world, which is why I'll never stop.

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