Nemle

When the sky falls and the moon shines through the clouds, those who stand in the night air look upon the bright sphere in hopes of starting anew. But for some it's time for the tears to fall. Falling from the hurt within. The hurt of being denied, ignored or even unloved. The hurt of losing someone. The hurt of pulling away from their soul. Those tears flow from their lid, down their cheek and splash onto the grass below. Though the heart is broken and the future unknown there lies one truth. The blades are watered in the darkness.