Every darkness has a source of light.
And my light just so happens to be part of something more dark.
The moonlight leads me to a place.
A place in which I cannot name.
Just for the sake of not knowing.
Shining.
The moonlight reflects off my already dull eyes.
I wonder if others look towards me.
And follow.
Because I reflect the moon’s shadow.
The moonlight is just a word that explains nothing.
But a way towards what I dread the most.
What we all dread the most.
Yet we still follow what we shouldn’t.
We cannot be saved unless we are pulled.
Pulled back.
Not by the sunlight.
Not something the opposite of the dark.
But one soul who can resist its beams.
They will pull us back and teach us.
How to resist the words.
And guidance of moonlight.
