Last night I saw the moon again
After so many cloudy nights.
I wonder if the moon likes the clouds
Because he can hide behind them,
Shine a little less brightly,
Give into the emotion
Of being alone in the crowded sky
Out of reach & untouched
On the outside looking in
For years.
Being angry & sad that we're still so broken despite literally more than a century of activism, art & effort is the wrong approach. A day may come when our voices fall silent & are silenced, when activism is dead & art forbidden. May every voice that can help hold back that day.
