The moon was shining above me.
I could see the grass, the trees, the dark blue of the sky. As if it was a new version of the sun, a less bright, but with a decent amount of light to let me see instead of plain darkness. It wasn't as warm, but it was enough for me to realize that sometimes not having the same thing over and over welcomes the new experiences, it welcomes something new, in our minds and in our hearts, and it is only up to us to decide if it's a good thing or not.
My life used to be underneath the sun, it was warm, it was captivating, it used to be my home.
And now, I am the girl who lives in the moon. I do not fear the dark, not anymore, and I am now open for new possibilities to be seen right in front of me. I am now open with the shadows of the trees, the dark soil underneath the grass that used to be a brighter green. I know that it won't be the same, but I do know that I'll be able to see a future ahead of me, because it never ends here.
I'll never have the past back, nor will I get what is now present, to be with me til the future. The moon is my current sun, my hope, my light. And I will shine with it.
– "Moon", January 10
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