Alone On The Moon

Sometimes I feel like I’m alone on the moon I can still see the world but I can’t touch it and it’s difficult to breathe Beauty abides, yet peerless to memory a newfound sort of loneliness and then there is the piercing sound of nothing It’s white hot bright yet freezing cold I’m tired but I can sleep and time has disappeared I don’t feel as though I’ll die yet life is so different, it’s a kind of death and I wonder, everything