Full Moon, Second Me.I live for the nights when the moon takes the sky in all its glory, it is those nights that i am free, free from myself. I have always associated full moons with freedom, i don't know why, it just is and always was. On those extremely rare and extremely lucky nights when a full moon takes the sky at the same time the electricity goes out and i get to see the the true splendor of it all and then i almost become what i am not under the bright sun. I become who i always wanted to be.
Confident, hopeful, unaware of the unecessary and very in tune to what really matters. I love to walk through the freshly cut grass and watch the moonlight wash over the landscape turning it into a sea of muted tones that almost feel cool to touch. I love how the moonlight dance upon my skin and blur my features almost making me part of the landscape; making me feel ethereal and beautiful and lucky to be alive. I hate when the full moon says hello to the blaring, greedy sun and I return to me. I only feel good again cuz i know that my full moon is faithful and it would return to me if i wait for it.