The Tale of the Moon

Do you want the moon? by Sayahemi

The moon hangs high and bright, telling stories of the past and illuminating new dreams. It may be the only constant in our fleeting lives.

Time is not a solution but the only thing that remains true and adulthood poses nothing but superficiality and untamed ego.

The death of you and me- the beginning of what you are and what I am. I miss the days when the truest longing was connection, nothing more and nothing less. I'm exhausted by life's notion of reality and the collective amnesia of what's really important, one's authentic, uninhibited self.

The self that's driven by its own dreams without losing sight of others. The self that smiles, cries and loves rather than collect, differentiate and hide. The self that is true. The self that is born.

This may be the single most difficult aspect of adulthood to pass through. So grateful for you, dear moon for being the only constant in time.

You may be the only thing that never loses its face.