I am a child of the moon, born to thrive in its dim light;
unmarked by my wobbly knees and wavering convictions.
Under the veil of dark I adopt hundreds of personas,
changing my character the way some change clothes,
each one as much a part of me as my limbs.
I let the grass dance on my body as I stare at the velvet sky.
I love the stars like my siblings, and I envy their omniscient view.
I want to see the ***, tears, deceit, and laughter;
the best and worst of humanity.
The black and white and all those beautiful shades of gray.
I want to listen to the groans of a city teeming with lust,
drenched in hushed voices.
The world comes alive when the sun goes down;
and we can, for a few fleeting hours,
escape from under the weight of expectation.
Shed the skin of who we are,
and become who we want to be.

-K.M.