The Blood & The Bones

I wish to be like the moon.

For she is constant. Even in the darkest night, she never fails me. I can search for her in the black blanket of space and somewhere, some part of her is holding on waiting for me to remember her. And every time my eyes find her, I am taken aback by how she hangs so gracefully in darkness, framed in stars, faithfully illuminating the night.

I wish to be like the moon.

LL