I grieve nothing. I take everything.

The Sun is an arrogant thing, always leaving the world behind when it tires of us. The Moon is a loyal companion. It never leaves. It's always there, watching, steadfast, knowing us in our light and dark moments, changing forever just as we do. Everyday it's a different version of itself. Sometimes weak and wan, sometimes strong and full of life. The Moon understands what it means to be human. Uncertain. Alone. Cratered by imperfections.

A million leaves from a hundred different branches dip in the wind, flutteringwith the false promise of flight. The gust catches their withered wings only to force them downward,forgotten, left to be trampled by the soldiers stationed just below.

I am a raindrop.My parents emptied their pockets of me and left me to evaporate on a concrete slab.