When days turn into night, and nights turn into morning. When every moment that passes, passes all to soon. You wish you could pause time, or at least slow it down to make sure you feel it all, and perhaps more importantly, remember it all. The hazy happiness in between the inhales of nicotine and exhales of laughter, of complete joy, of pure human connection, compassion.
The moon asks you to slow dance, and you do. Swaying back and fourth, you become its luminance. Lighting up another one, lighting up the dark path ahead of you.
Suddenly, everything is clear.
The moon knows us better than we know ourselves; all our secrets, all our mistakes, all our trips and falls. It listens to our laughter, it watches as we cry, it follows as we walk through the night, heavy in our feet and light in our heart. It moves us and shakes us. Knocking down all our walls, the moon makes us feel alive, fearless.
Suddenly, everything is clear. It is moments like these that we exist in the first place. Under the moon with pale lit skin, swaying back and fourth, fearless. Alive.