The moon is incredibly beautiful tonight. And I’ve decided to put a chair out and sit with it, under it’s graceful light. But everytime I hear a car approaching, I have to step in for a while… On days like this, I wish my house was not facing the road, because even in the cover of the night, I do not want to disturb the world. 

Also I have decided to write. The strange need to document things and hold time down any how consumes me. But I am lazy. 

This year, I started to keep a journal and I’ve been more successful at it than I have ever been,  but now even that consumes me, I could be disturbed knowing I haven’t written in a week, it’s becoming more of a compulsion. I don’t like that. 

Everytime I think, literally, I’m like ‘you should totally write that down, you should write!’ so I write because the voices in my head won’t let me rest, because like everyone on earth, I have something to say – to share, because the movement of time is unnatural and cannot be stopped, so we must learn the art of freezing time and the art of telling our stories. And the art of not being lazy. 

I am unsure a lot about life, and maybe that’s okay. But I am grateful, for being. For the moon and the halo that surrounds it, sometimes I feel this moon is a window to the other world that we don’t know, it’s in many ways unlike the sun. I cannot look at the sun straight in the eye, I cannot see silver beams, I cannot sit under it in complete obscurity. It’s an irony really, the sun in all its glamour and splendor being nothing but a closed door, and the moon, shrouded in darkness, an open window. 

But I do not exactly have the luxury of time, so I must leave… It’s been beautiful and it will be beautiful. There’s darkness in the world, maybe a whole lot of it, but still there’s light. The moon is a testimony to that… and we all should be really.