𝐁lue and 𝐆rey

i seek solace in the stars. ones that i will stare up at from home within the comfort of my blankets furled around my sleepless figure, i count on the aureate eyes up in the sky to lull my mind to a stop with their slow blinks. distance between us is unfathomable, but atleast we share the dying embers of those who once lived. i admit that when i get close enough to touch the flickers embellishing the night, something akin to trepidation courses through me. they are profound, with traumas in their core that i could never seem to imagine. but then i see you and the way you grasp the agonized stars with a gentle grip, and you taught me to see beyond the burns their fire cause and instead hone in on the rays to outstretch to every crevice, including ours. the heavens and beyond terrifies me. though it is with you that i know i can someday fly there, too.

dear moon, they write about us. they write about us. they create stories about our existence that bestows upon them, they write about our love for each other, about our friendship and how we both exist for each other. it's beautiful how close they get to describe something so inaccessible to them, they truly surprise me sometimes. did you know that out of all, you're the one they write the most about? they say that there is a rabbit on the moon because of the shape of the mark on you? also, they say that one day, they will develop a way for them to live on the moon. a possibility of you becoming a planet. they have this little flower that's white, looks like the full moon, and is very beautiful and named it after you. i think the most noteworthy of it all is how much i love how they write tales and poems about you. they look up to you with magnificence and write in words that fulfill that magnificence. they write about how they look at your illuminating, sparkling and stunning sphere, and find comfort in your glimmer. write about how astonished they are over your enchanting glare every time, every chance. they write tales about how every time they are lonely or sorrowful, you're there; about how coming back each night, and staying throughout the darkness for them is a sign of hope and strength for them. they notice that if it weren't for you, there would be complete darkness; the stars shine on their own but you're the one that's the brightest my moon, i know how you look at the stars and the other planets every night. i know it's hard facing the dark side of the world all alone. but i know you can do it. and you have them, my moon. i love you.

there are pieces of you in the stars / the starry night / in the rays of light peeking through my window at dawn / a glimmer of hope / the rising sun painting the clouds / yellow / a rainbow that brightens up my gloomy days / you are in the blue sky / blue sea / blue side / in the middle of a sunflower field / leaves dancing through the air / a sprite on a hot summer day / a bucket of berries / strawberries / sunlight warm on my skin/ the beat of my favorite song running through my body / echoes of you on the train ride home / that one specific laugh of yours / a handmade bracelet around my wrist / a cute little bag / my favorite pair of sunglasses / colorful nail art / there are pieces of you in every emoji i send / little smiley faces / a snoopy stamp pressed onto a postcard / polaroid photos / everything heart shaped has the shape of you / a smile / a sweat mark / the wave of your hair / there are pieces of you in all the good things of this world / in every act of kindness / your heart and soul / there are pieces of you all around / in my heart / always — happy birthday hobi ^♡^

hiii guys, how have you been? let’s interact. i love talking to you all. how bout you tell me about your life and what made you smile this week?? let me know in the comments ☺️💙