Moon's poem

What does it take to be free?
What does it take to be alive?


I look through the dirt-stained window,
up to the moon, up to the stars.
Their light reminds me of you.
So I reach out my hand.

So violently it changes,
it is this feeling when two worlds collide.
Shivering I surrender,
my pride is as broken as my world and myself.

Why do I need pain to feel my life?
Maybe because I lost all emotion,
maybe because I lived a lie the whole time?
Every human I can lie to but it is my heart that will break in the end.