11/6/21
drowning seems to be a terrible way to go, but I wouldn't mind drowning in moonlight.
sometimes I frighten myself- hands on the wheel, music in my ears, and my eyes on the moon.
time turns back, and I'm crying in my mom's car, because I can't find "Moon-y".
too young to understand, but somehow in love with the moon.
as I grow older, my love has yet to waver and my appreciation is amplified.
i will love the moon forever.
i'd like to think that I am the moon.
