Thursday, November 24, 2005
You are the sun. I am the moon.
The light you give, the heat you bring. The life you breathe into all you see. You are the warmth we need when all seems lost, when all seems bleak, when the cold envelops us, a void. You are warm and bright, constantly making a scene a pleasant sight. You shine on us like a beam of hope. For you are the sun.
But I am the moon. A light so bright yet so fake, a mask to hide the pain and sorrow. A light so cold, so bitter, so untouchable. An eerie light, a stolen light. An emotional wall around me, that with time, you break, but I'll never let myself fall so deeply, and my walls will come back up. Untouchable, unfeeling, alone...alone. For I am the moon.
You are the sun. I am the moon.
You are the reason I live. Without you, I do not exist. Without you, my light is extinguished. And I feel no guilt for taking away your light, greedily, hungrily. But I can never take your warmth, my light is cold...I cannot take your warmth. Without you, I am nothing. I am useless, I am dead. You are the reason for life, the laughter, the joy, the happiness. I am the reason for death, the tears, the depression, the hate. Nobody cries to you. Nobody looks at you and feels sadness, tears flowing and hearts breaking.
For you are the sun. And I am the moon.
You are a constant presence in my life, in our lives. Always there, bright and lovely, for all to see. I am in the background, only appearing when all is quiet and still. Everyone and everything revolves around you, and I follow, helpless, just pulled. Resentment and jealousy are feelings I do not know, for I go willingly with them. You are the reason I survive after all.
You are the sun. And I am the moon.
We are different, you and I. In so many ways, and yet the bond between us is unbreakable. You are surrounded by freedom and happiness. But I am surrounded by darkness and false hopes. When you fall, I wait for you to rise again. And when I fall, you wait for me to rise again. We do not help each other, it is an unspoken agreement between us, because we are strong, and we would never give up. Not on ourselves, not on each other. For they all depend on us.
Because you are the sun. And I am the moon.
I accept our given roles. I accept the hidden gap between us, the differences we have. I accept I need you. But I now know I am as important as you are. You may give them warmth, happiness, hope, but I give them the outlet for their sadness, frustration, grief. And you may ask, which is more important? And I will ask you, how can you hope when you think it does not exist? And I know you will not have the answer for it. Ultimately, I know you need me as much as I need you.
For you are the sun. And I am the moon.
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