The Power of the Moon

How incredible is it to have experienced something so surreal, so impactful, so purely beautiful, that it hurts to think about?

Never in my life have I physically hurt because of an emotion.

These are not lies. 

It is not a hurt of sadness, it is not a pain of emptiness, it is just a longing. 

I was able to fly for a while, and my wings were trimmed. 

I will always rise, I always grow, and soon I will return to the sky. 

But the feeling now. 

I loved harder than I ever have. 

Hugs and kisses and kind words every hour. 

Green, I was surrounded by green. 

I saw a rainbow in the sky every night. 

Now as I look up from the concrete, and the overwhelming artificial lights, the billboards and the flashing signs, I can see the moon. 

Everything has changed, my perspective has shifted, and through all of it. 

I will forever have my core, the love that I learned, and my mother moon staring down at me reminding me that I can see her from every part of the world.

She looks down upon every single person that inhabits this earth, once every 24 hours. 

If she can do that, than I will surely learn how to thrive amongst the concrete. 

I will surely learn how to extend my love across thousands of miles to the people that now hold my heart. 

I will surely adjust, evolve, and thrive once again. 

We can do anything through the power of the moon.