Noah Doely

In my ship alone, I have been repeating the same routine. I’ve been looking and peeking through the window, hoping that I’d find the one that I’ve been looking for.

It has been going on in circles, no ends just holes. Years passed by, the song changes, yet from Mercury to Neptune, I still see no signs.

They said patience is one thing, I kept looking down at The Earth, how come all of my friends got them all so easily? So I asked myself, where’s mine?

Now I’m standing proudly at the so known Mars, standing between two planets and still got no one. And so I kept on waiting, hoping, and dreaming, that I would find.. you.

When the day came, we finally had this conversation. I was smiling the whole time like a complete fool, I thought I could finally be in one of Paul Anka’s songs until you said something about Jupiter.

“Jupiter has seventy nine moons.” you said, smiling. “I want to go there. I have to get to Jupiter.”

There was a beam of light in your eyes as you said those nice things about Jupiter. And so I asked, “What about The Earth?”

You scratched one of your eyebrows as you took a glance at The Earth.

“Well, it only has one moon.”

“But Earth has oceans, woods, humans, technologies, and other great things, you know?”

You giggled. “Yeah. But I don’t see it.”

Ah, here we go again.

Turns out, you never did. The Earth has always been invisible in your point of view, and so is my existence.

a circle has no end.

One heart was meant for fire and the other was meant for water.

It really is pointless. I mean, don’t get me wrong, I think Jupiter is beautiful, but I don’t think I was meant to live in it.

heck, how am i suppose to compete with a planet that has seventy nine moons?


I think love is beautiful, but I don’t think I was meant to be loved, ever.

Please, make it stop then. I don’t want to love anymore.

This is just another platform of mine to rant the words I have not been able to articulate.