Why do I feel so
I feel like the moon, always looking down on earth.
I am occurred and tantalized by the lives of others, and wish I could share in the same.
Just like the moon I look down, but know I can never be close to any of it.
I serve a purpose, but is not a purpose that allows me to be truly loved.
My purpose is to give and slowly move away.
I feel the pull as I spin out of control further and further away.
I want it, but I don’t need it, I keep telling myself.
I know this eventual spinning away is the slow death I crave.