lights dimmed, and toothbrush in hand,
i was alone and ready to slumber.
i was lonely; it was only october,
“will i really be okay ’til next september?”
loud noises seep in from the streets.
i peer out of the window to see:
the usual suspects –
half-sober students giddily making their way home,
some drunkards rowdy in their delirium;
loud shouting over phones;
and… the moon.
round and radiant and full of vigor.
i suddenly remembered it was mid-autumn.
for longer than a while, i gazed at the sky.
the moon waxed as my loneliness waned.
where wolves would howl, i smiled.
for i knew, on the other side of the world, back at home,
you were gazing at the same moon, just seven hours earlier.
just how sweet and aweful is the place?
then we justify ourselves by setting off
on a journey with a known destination,
but no real plan to get there;
giving ourselves ample time
that we take for granted;
we’re doing juuuuust fine.
search your thoughts,
hear your words,
observe your actions.
who are you?
to be able to do what you love and believe in for a living;
to have the endurance to withstand the toughest of times;
and yet still find rest.
that would be great, won’t it?
or is that asking for too much?