Just a small thought, not a proper poem.

Was writing whatever the things I have wrote till today enough?

Am I enough truly?

No the answer, truly, is not.

I will always remain okay not not okay 

Drifting from moment to moment

Staying calm on the waves 

Fighting through storms

Sometimes washing up on the shore

Wishing rather I would be devoured by the sea 

And become a jelly 

A moon jellyfish of the hue blue of night

The moon would smile content 

That I was always okay 

Yet never better.

Maybe the tears of the moon and mine will form the sea and it would be truly okay peacefully.

Nothing much just me musing a bit