I can relate.

I go through waves every day. No day is the same. I do my best to love harder every day. Some days it just feels like an impossible task.

I try and erase any hate every day; sometimes, I have to remind myself that anger doesn’t always equal hate. It can be.

I’m inconsistent at times. I can’t help it. There are days where I can be my whole self. There are days where I feel like a tiny fraction of myself.

There are times where I feel like I’m not being seen in my entirety.

There are times I see you, and I can’t help but shine bright.

There are times where your name appears, and I beam.

There are days where I haven’t heard from you, and I avoid any amount of light.

Maybe that’s why I’ve always been able to relate to the moon.

My perception of her is that she doesn’t always choose the days she can be seen in her entirety. She probably wouldn’t appreciate showing off and being in front of my very eyes and me not saying anything.

Maybe in the future, I should tell you your beautiful every night. On those rare mornings where I see you, maybe I should make a more significant effort to thank you.

I can relate to the moon for a few various reasons.

Who’s your moon?