Thoughts

She

The moon. She. La Luna. Ella.

I always've belived I was a lost stair in the worng place. I always believed I belonged somewhere else. I always believed I belonged with her. With the moon.

I always go out to watch her shine my dark nights. To watch her bring light to night owls. The moon represents that even in the darkness we can have some light. And that light could light someone. 

I always go watch the moon and the stars. When I feel anxious. When I feel calmed. When I feel happy. Or when I just wanna feel. 

I watch the moon and I talk to her as she is my secret confident. The stars are always there to remind me that even irregular things can somehow create constelations, logical puzzles. 

I think that the moons hears me. I think that this month has decided that she will visit me all days, even if it is only for some minutes. As she wants to show me she has been pleased to have me all along the year. But it would have been me who had to be pleased. She has helped me trough my darkest times. Giving me some of her light although she would lose some. 

It seems like she is saying goodbye to me. I don't understand it. I will never go away from her. I will always answer "I can die happy now" to "The moon is beautiful, isn't it?"

I think today the moon is talking to me about her problems. She is staying besides me more time that she has ever been. 

Today the moon relais on me and I relay on her. 

I will never forget you. Promise.