"not human"
- and the moon speaks again
- May 4, 2021
- 1 min read
Sometimes I fall
under the water
and pretend;
pretend that I’m not human
and that the world that surrounds me
with its bright lights and constant buzz
was never mine-
I want to help,
I want to save,
I want them to
be okay;
but how could I save something
that was never mine to begin with,
how could I possible help
when the wall between
is far to heavy
to form a bridge?
Human and demon,
angel or god,
which one is really
the power we seek?
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