At Eighteen

// moon & darkness overnight //

At eighteen, I want to watch the moon. I want to lie down and stare at the moon and see the beauty in it. I want to appreciate it for being there during my dark times, for always lighting up the dark night, for shining alone, for showing hope despite the darkness.

At eighteen, I want to watch the moon and realize how it takes courage to shine alone in the dark.

I know you're often neglected at broad daylight or when the clouds are too thick, but know, that someone's always admiring and looking at you from afar. Your lights will never outgrow, you always shine. You are a dream...

At eighteen, I want to show that for every dark night, there's a light. The moon exists to give us glowing hopes to dream... again and to soar high. And because of it, it will never be fully dark, for the moon is always up above giving us hope despite being whole or not.

And I just want to know, how to still be majestically beautiful through different phases? Though sometimes, it's not whole and often, not even half. But still, shine through...

At eighteen, I want to somehow be the light of the darkness even just for a night.

And process myself overnight to be okay again... to see purpose again.

Maybe I can.

I hope so.