Dear Universe,

Am I just confused?
Because if I am, help me clear my mind. 
Help me think straight.
Because I don't want to break a fragile glass
I don't want to tear a sincere heart.

That glass is a work of art, 
That I don't want to ruin. 
But I was drawn to the moon.
I was drawn to it again.

I'm not carrying the glass but it feels heavy,
I'm just holding it, and it burdens me.
It feels wrong holding it,
While admiring the moon.

Does the moon confuses me?
It does, right?
But I shouldn't be swayed. 
I should focus on the glass.
So it won't fall.
So it won't break.

The moon is just like that.
Naturally, beautiful, naturally bright,
And it doesn't need me.
The glass do.

Dear universe,
I don't know how I feel,
I'm scared to figure it out.
I don't know what to do.