Poetic Moon Child

Like a wolf wounded, I will not fall to the ground and play dead.

✨ I will continue walking through these woods that are indeed full of dangers,

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Perhaps we are just swimming in the ocean, being pulled apart by strong currents out of our control.

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I swim towards you and you float away.

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Here’s what I learned from the moon:

You don’t always have to be whole in order to shine.

1. It's a constant reminder that nobody is immune to dying; not even fictional characters. 2. It makes me relive the pain. The pain of those who stay.

3. I spend hours afterwards contemplating the book’s meaning. I wonder the same about life. If we all die, what's the true purpose?

4. Mostly I just hate it because the book ends at the most interesting part. It leaves me hungry for answers. How do those who are left behind deal with the loss? How does it change them? Do they ever move on? Fall in love again? Is there a day when they don't think about it? This is the book I need to read!

5. All of my favorite characters end up dead. What does that say about me?

6. I am forced to face the fact that I don't know how to grieve. I don't grieve humans, animals or fictional characters. I put them in a special place within my mind where they get to live out all the missing days of their lives.

Broken hearts are overrated.

Your put your trust into somebody and make them yours, because you don’t want to be alone. The wounds of your childhood seem to magically mend just by sharing your bed with someone and making them a part of your life. Finally, you’re not alone. Finally, you feel loved. Finally, nobody can tell you how you’re not good enough, because finally, somebody wants you and calls you ‘mine.’ And then … life happens. Passion fades, trust gets broken, one of you leaves the other. And you’re in pain.

You call it a broken heart.