Apr 2016
I love the moon..
The moon and I have always been friends. It has been my quiescent calm in solitude. As a child it eased my fears and lighted my pain. It sung sweet lullabies assuring me that as it glowed softly in the night sky, I was safe. There would be no beatings, no intimidation, no yelling or insults. I can rest.. Peaceful alone.
As a young man the moon watched over me as I ran the streets. It disapproved but could do nothing to stop me so it offered only it's light to make visible the line I should never cross. The line that would make everything too late, too far... It was a good friend even then.
The moon was larger than life, looming over the mountains that night as I yelled and cursed at it, intoxicated and angry for taking my young friend I loved so dearly...... The moon just stood there solemnly and took it. Cried, not for my curses but for my pain and it held no resentment....
The moon has always been my friend. The sun and I are awkward at best. We enjoy each other enough but never know quite what to say.. Not entirely sure of each other..... But the moon and I communicate telepathically... The moon understands my neurosis. It doesn't judge my over analyzing.. It slows the pace of my thoughts and controls my otherwise tempestuous tides of emotions. Romantically and halcyonic........
I love the moon... We keep each other company all too long and all too often..
The sun may allow me to experience life but the moon let's me FEEL it.... <3
The moon and I have always been friends. It has been my quiescent calm in solitude. As a child it eased my fears and lighted my pain. It sung sweet lullabies assuring me that as it glowed softly in the night sky, I was safe. There would be no beatings, no intimidation, no yelling or insults. I can rest.. Peaceful alone.
As a young man the moon watched over me as I ran the streets. It disapproved but could do nothing to stop me so it offered only it's light to make visible the line I should never cross. The line that would make everything too late, too far... It was a good friend even then.
The moon was larger than life, looming over the mountains that night as I yelled and cursed at it, intoxicated and angry for taking my young friend I loved so dearly...... The moon just stood there solemnly and took it. Cried, not for my curses but for my pain and it held no resentment....
The moon has always been my friend. The sun and I are awkward at best. We enjoy each other enough but never know quite what to say.. Not entirely sure of each other..... But the moon and I communicate telepathically... The moon understands my neurosis. It doesn't judge my over analyzing.. It slows the pace of my thoughts and controls my otherwise tempestuous tides of emotions. Romantically and halcyonic........
I love the moon... We keep each other company all too long and all too often..
The sun may allow me to experience life but the moon let's me FEEL it.... <3
