- moon
I've always had a connection with the moon, telling my thoughts and feelings to it and taking pictures of it when it's at its brightest because i wish that it could understand that it doesn't need to reflect off of others to shine brightest. And when it comes out during daytime i know that i've accomplished something, it knows how much i care about it and how much i want to see it shine - how i want it to know how beautiful it truly is even if it's a great distance away from me and no matter if my gestures mean something or nothing. I will still cherish it and the moments we shared until the day i die. Oh, but when the moon hides even when the skies are darkened like this night and there are no stars to be seen, it's trying to not be seen as it feels as if there is something wrong with it. That is where my heart drops. And even if that does happen, i still take pictures of where it used to lay in the endless crow feathered sky as i still see what is precious to me, the moon. Although i am blinded by the dark sea of nothing, i see it once again. It knows that i am here to help it shine like a dove's feathers without having to listen to the faint murmurs of people's opinions on our Earth. I feel happy that the moon can attempt at accepting itself. I want it to know how worthy it is, how lucky and how special it is to be a moon. It doesn't have to be a planet to be pretty. It doesn't have to be brightly coloured. It doesn't have to be a perfect shape. It doesn't have to be to anybody else's liking. It can only be mine. Mine forever. It is perfect for me. I am lucky. I am lucky to see it for the rest of my life.
Now I turn to my moon that night and say "the moon is beautiful, isn't it?"
You are my moon. I love you forever.
