MOON CHILD I

Early calm mornings and the aroma of Jasmin touched his mild soul. Heartfelt reunite with old friends filled him with nostalgia and bittersweet feelings. Sour teardrops dripped on his cheeks. Beautiful lies poured out of those lush rosy lips. Poetry was written underneath his fair skin. His erotic words were marked on broken hearts. All the long nights and warm days have been very nice and pleasing to him. Moon child carried his wishes in the depth of his inner spirit. The cyan skies held only bliss for him, but little did he knew. All the words that have never been told, linger on his mind. He runs into infinite loops trying to find what sets him on ease. The taste of broken trust left on his mouth was exotic. All this time he was looking for someone who loves the wild mess he is; his flaws, his scars, every imperfection that shaped him. Wandering all over the streets, he sought out bits of the split joy that had been thrown over the corridors. He ends up just picking up notes and words of musicians on the avenues. His fierce ardor for music wrenched all boundaries. His story was written between the lines of an old song lyrics. He wanted someone to make him feel the same way music does so bad. No matters how many people he met, none loved him for who he was. people weren't much interested in what set his soul on fire.