How To Love The Moon

Step 1. You ask the moon dance. The moon is a lonely creature, a shy creature that spends too much time watching the world below and chasing after the sun. It could use a distraction.

Step 2. Search for her even on the darkest of nights because sometimes we all need to know someone is thinking about us. But never ever try and pull her from her hiding place. Let her shimmer behind the clouds every once in a while.

Step 3. Realize that she has already seen every inch of your skin, perhaps when you were completely unaware. Perhaps when you were tracing your bones, your scars for someone else. But remember that she’s the one who let you glow. She’s the one that never turned away.

Step 4. Write her a love letter and tie to a balloon or send it in a rocket. Even moons love getting mail.

Step 5. Take time to sit with her, softly. Let her light the words in your book, the flowers in your garden. Because the times we shine the brightest are the times when we know the world won’t turn away.

infauna:

‘how to jump to conclusions and overreact to everything’ a novel by me

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showslow:

Je Te Tiens, Sous Ma Peau (I Hold You, Under My Skin) is a cool photo series by French photographer Neda Vent Fischer.

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New York coffee - Eric Wittman

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