Fragmented I strain to hold myself together.
I try to reach and parts of me fall to the floor. No matter how I try to hold it in, the only way to keep myself together is to hold myself tight.
It hurts to reach, to watch the vulnerable pieces of yourself, the ones you've picked up, dusted off, cut your fingers to hold, slip away, fall to the dark for another.
I reach for your glow.
Not worthy.
Not entitled.
Not out of despair.
I reach because I must, because the first time seeing you was all it took, to invade my head, to spin my thoughts, kicking up parts of me long since dormant.
I reach out of sheer need.
I don't care what happens to me.
She can give and I'll be so blessed. She can choose not to shine upon me and I'll stand, waiting for you.
I know I'm not the best. I know I'm not the kindest. I know I'm not much of anything in this life, but for long as I breathe, keeping my beating heart going in this temporary husk I'm in...... I'll be all I can be for her.
Even in doubt, even when I feel like I'm farther away. Even scared..... I will not give up reaching... I will reach until my arms start to spasm, until my body aches from wait, long since weary...... I will reach.
“You’re basically seeing all of the sunrises and sunsets across the world, at once, being reflected off the surface of the moon” – NASA
This reminds me of my moon..... We both railroad our thoughts, most the time too much to control. She calms my mind.
Sometimes the most important words I need to say, are trapped under too many layers of thick emotion.
Moon....
Saturn appearing from behind the Moon
My moon....
““I can’t lose you. Because if I ever did, I’d have lost my best friend, my soul mate, my smile, my laugh, my everything.””
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My main, my love letter, have other blogs primarily written word. (Taken by my Libra moon, my soul mate, my inspiration, my best friend and my unconditional love ) 43-♍-INFP-T
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