On my 21st birthday I looked up at the moon
there was something about the way it burned
that drew me closer and closer to its flame.
The world pushed me to keep moving and keep roaring,
but the moon said that it's all fine
if all I want now is silence and solitude,
the sweet sound of my alarm clock shutting its mouth up,
books perfumed with my morning coffee,
birds enveloped with freedom,
the peace,
the joy of being away from everything else,
and knowing that at that moment,
I was looking at an open door, too
too afraid to look away
it whispered a promise to crawl me out
of the heaviness I’ve been carrying
but I knew what promises were made for
and it was not for keeping.
I gazed back at the moon
until it went down and down and down
until my bedroom window got higher than it
and I saw the sky blushed.
It was a fine day.