Under the Moon

Silence could mean love and adoration.
Silence could mean pain and sorrow.
Silence could mean fear.

Each one immersed by silence and its double meaning.
Each one translating the stillness into their own understanding.

So many houses in this neighborhood. On this block. In this city. So many lives playing out under the sun and under the moon. Each story being written but none being told. There are so many houses in this world and there are so many secrets behind closed doors. Beautiful secrets do exist. Sad secrets do appear. Terrifying secrets painted itself a face.

The moon wasn't big tonight. Actually, the night was bigger that it usually feels. The darkness stretched out its fingers over the Earth. Night time was calling out. The silence claiming the sleepy eyed. One by one they turn their minds over to a dream.

Three stories. Six individuals. Under the moon. What secrets live on under the starlit sky?