I like looking up at the moon, thinking it smiles back.
Sometimes, I think it does; whereas, other times, it's as if it disappears from the face of a darkening sky, and those are the nights I frantically keep searching for it to appear, for it to watch over me, because, somehow, I've made myself believe it copies me … that it knows and understands whatever mood I'm in.
Also, I like looking up at the clouds forming shapes, engulfing stars, and occasionally the moon, which makes the sky take on the appearance of how my life feels right now: empty, foreboding, overwhelming darkness everywhere, while I seek a way out to embrace breath-gifting, ached for light.
Yet, it seems as though the darkness has penetrated my very mind, causing me to look at the bleak view from a dimly lit window of my soul, where something resides... sleeping, waiting to be awakened....!