Once a month, the moon shines full and bright.
It shines down on us, on our nocturnal lives, and it
wonders how we ever managed to make it through.
How we ever basked in the sun while our lives screamed
with a thousand worries.
How we ever ran wild with our hearts wide open
and our eyes shut tight.
How we ever managed to change, to evolve, to break the cycle.
Sometimes, I think the moon is jealous.
photos from Rag & Bone
2 comments:
those beautiful words = couldnt have said it better myself
the words speak for themselves.
love!
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