Curse at the moon. Apologize after getting all the anger, disgust, and hurt out of your system. Hope that the stars will carry your sentiments to her, the moon that is. She’ll never hear the sound of your voice ever again, she’ll never hear another word escape your lips. Perhaps the moon can listen in her stead.
Cry out to the night sky, she has no shoulder to offer you but her presence is more than enough. Confess to the luminous stone watching over you, tell her all your woes and worries. She’ll gladly take them on and never tell a soul. You can hear her whispering into the shell of your ear some nights. You can never quite decipher what it is that she’s telling you. Her heavenly body has cast a spell upon you. All you can feel is a pull. Is she trying to pull you up into the cosmos to be by her side? You’d gladly leave everything behind to become nothing more but the blink of a star, anything to have the privilege of standing by her. Perhaps it’s just wishful thinking longing to be somewhere far away.
You can almost swear that her calls grow stronger when she’s full and gleaming ever so brightly up above. It’s when she’s whole that you feel even more in a daze, engulfed in nothing but the blanket of her cosmic light. The wider you open your eyes, the more you can drink in her beams of silver moonshine. Pupils dilated, confide in her, the only one on your side. Soon this being will know more about you than you yourself. Yearn for her, for something so far away that will never be yours, can never be yours. Fall in love over and over again, fall into love again and again and again. Keep on falling and collapsing into yourself till it makes you too sick to think, too sick to move.
Morph into another version of you along with her phases, as she changes, so do you. Curse at the moon. Apologize after getting all the anger, disgust, and hurt out of your system. Hope that the stars will carry your sentiments to her. When she starts anew, you falsely believe you can too. Fall into the cycle yet again.
V.N Catalan holds a strong affinity for words and both the beauty and power that they hold. When they're not writing you can find them on the search for something that they can never name.
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