Remembering You
Secrets Told to the Moon

It is 10:24 at night, the full moon is up and rising beautifully. It is odd to say but I feel a connection. My heart is steady, my hand that shakes normally all the time when I write is finally calm, my soul is happy.

In the distance not too far, maybe a block or two, the train is going off, probably starting to pass the intersection. The cars are speeding pass on the freeway going either direction trying to get to who knows where but enjoying their time. The wind is as well blowing through the trees and into my soul. Whispering secrets and stories to me, but the only words I am hearing is BEWARE.

Beware of what?

The man and the woman walking down the street, swearing at each other? The man saying, he is going to kill the next female he sees? Or just beware?

Curiously enough, is it safe here? Where every turn there is a possible chance of pain, a chance of death. In your own backyard where lightning could strike, or a tree fall down. Is it safe here? To always be questioning when you are going to go wrong. Or when someone is going to hurt you. Is it safe here?

The moon is bright and drawing me in. Controlling my emotions, while the wind is speaking to my soul. Trying to find my secrets out to tell them to the moon. But as I resist, my secrets are being told, of how much I am lost in this idea. How much you make me confused. How much the way people act make me question life as it is. The moon is questioning me, because it took a lifetime to perfect an image that would later be destroyed by one person. But in this moment, I am realizing what BEWARE meant. Beware of you, beware of the fear.

Instead of questioning this, I will let the wind spill my secrets. So, while it talks, can we just freeze time for this short while and fall in love like the moon and sun? Tell stories to the universe and all about us? You are the type of person that surprises me. A soul that caught my attention, someone who told a story within his words. In this moment, given a light flash of my future, the moon shot my heart a full beat to life, showed my soul a way to change into happiness. In this moment, I felt a connection to the moon. A strong life only connected to a single moment when the moon is finally full and high.

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