Under moon beams, I had whispered into you. Did you hear it? All this time, it was you who took all that I’ve wasted away—broken dreams and tears shed for the wrong reasons. I don’t know how you gripped my soul and I became so drawn into you, why this strange connection always leaves me in awe of your mystery. As I gazed into the pitch blankness, I knew somewhere beyond this universe, amongst sparkling lights and unknown entities, could be one either of the broken shards or tears flown once, no several times into oblivion. And I am seeing my own brokenness reflected from several light years away, gripping my soul as it did the first time I bleed.