27/05/2026
The half moon watched quietly as he waited for a message that would never come.
She once said, “Even incomplete things can still be beautiful.”
But after she left, i stopped believing her.
The nights became colder without her voice.
I still looked at the sky, hoping somehow she was looking too.
But unlike the moon, some broken things never become whole again.
And that was the saddest part i had to accept.
Iso Dreams
