Ode alors

We’re always on the verge of tears and yearning for an excuse to cry, for someone to finally press one of our triggers.

For there is an irreconcilable division inside of us, taking not the shape of a single trait separating our core into two distinct parts, but that of a tiny fissure in each of our particles; oh, none of them was left whole, not a single one, and we are torn apart endlessly.

Sinking deeper and deeper while reaching for the stars. Exploding in every directions and withdrawing into a black hole.We are the sum of our attempts at compromises.

And I am so many little scrambles and sometimes I am no one at all, the sad failure of a self, the resulting emptiness of a continued lack of consistency.

But you, my friend, built from the same hazard, you’re a beautiful soul feeding on wonders. And I’m a mere attempt of an answer to your quest for something that was already within you all along.

You’re a star and I’m a mere satellite and I’m contented orbiting around you – in giving me a sense of top and bottom, of left and right, you gifted me with a purpose.

Should you vanish, my beautiful friend, I would be left shivering in the dark, a wandering pebble, an unsightly little thing, instead of the beautiful Moon you made me.