The Moon.

For those who lack knowledge in the astronomical field,
it is the big sphere that glows at night.
The beauty of it. Capitivating. Entrancing. Pure.

We have a very close connection. The moon and I.

It knows just about every secret I hold to be mine.

My thoughts. My hopes. My worries.

It helps me organize the clutter and chaos

I know as my thoughts.

My life.

How much clearer it is to think

when you're conversing with the moon.

Sometimes my sister and I

will wave at each other through it.

And know that we are there.

Seperated. But sharing the same view.

What a dear, dear friend. My lovely moon.