Every morning I sit outside and spend time with my thoughts and a cup of coffee, me and the moon awaiting the arrival of the sun to tell me ‘it’s time’. Time to get ready and go be a productive member of society. Some mornings this takes more time than others for some days require a little more thought and a little longer pep talk to face the day ahead.
Every evening I sit outside and spend time with my thoughts and a glass of wine, me and the moon reminiscing about the day that has passed. Some nights this requires a little more time than others for some days hold a little more to ponder, a little more to filter through, a little more to hold onto before sleep comes.
Some would call this wasted time, as I could be writing or reading or doing something else to further fill my day. Yet, I still choose to sit and talk to the moon, for I have learned that time spent finding and speaking ones truest self is never wasted, even when no one is around to listen.
She was intense, passionate. They all thought they knew this about her, yet only one knew her deepest thoughts, her strongest desires, her greatest fears. He would meet her out beneath the stars at night just before bedtime. She always had a smile for him as he greeted her with his light. She didn’t know why she felt safe to speak her heart to him, maybe it was that she knew he would always be there. For though he knew her truest self, still he would come to her night after night. He had not left her as all the others had when her purest essence was revealed. He remained the one she could count on in the darkest of nights, for she knew he would again come to her, even if only for a moments glance there beneath the stars. His light true and constant, he proved to endure.
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