I wish to get better.

For a lack of better words, it’s transverse orientation.

Using a light source to guide movement

I am a moth.

Screaming for a sign that things are going to be all right,

Constantly flying towards the light,

Using this hope of happiness to guide me back to mental stability.

And maybe I will face the fate of a moth.

Flying towards the sky,

Only to confuse artificial light with moonlight,

Distracted by the promise of happiness.

So much that it loses sight of the celestial light

And meets its fate,

Trapped in this artificial light.

Here I am distracted by hope of returning to how happy I was in the past,

Forgetting that I will never reach my potential

Trying to be someone I used to be.

Is it now impossible to escape?

And chase the moon instead?

No, it is not impossible.

I must keep the joys of the past precious,

Yet believe that the joys of the future will be more fulfilling.

I am no longer a moth caught in a streetlight.

I am a moth that is in an ultimate pursuit of the moon,

Or in simpler terms, a bright future.