Moon is real

Moon was real...or at least she knew a lit flame would illicit pain. She was not sad, nor was she happy. Moon was incomprehensible to others; she slightly basked in this glory she inadvertently had yet she also resented its perpetual nature. A wish she sometimes hoped for was to be more approachable and less tangled. Even so, her thoughts were never placid yet her demeanor rarely reflected it. They were often raging so much that it was almost like a largely dynamic calm...almost soothing; to be some sort of dissonant silence. The credibility of her sanity often came to mind. Or maybe, she felt everything too much. She felt close to broken people. Fate wasn't something she seeked solace in...though she knew some things were meant to be more than others. She committed so many sins with the best of intentions, even throughout the act. She loved sincerely and secretly never completely let go of anything. She sometimes feels alone in a crowded place. Moon never likes...her capability runs from indifference to love without a bridge connecting the two.

Moon was real. She loathed conversing about the things she's in love with. She thought speaking of them cheapened their value; that they somehow seemed less important when trying to explain their golden nature. Perhaps this was a warped rationale. Moon was aloof.

Alone, she had no inhibitions because she did in fact care of others judgment. She knew everyone did as well, though pride won't permit mention of it. Was Moon alone in her endeavours? Was there a point in even having an endavour? Who cared? Who actually felt excitement in her hopeful success? She wants it all from you and all others because she can give her ALL as well. We are nothing without the grace of another's presence, though she sometimes forgot this fact. She knew she was her own biggest thief.

Moon was real. She chose those around her wisely; often she gave them everything. Her actions weren't to boost self-worth, they weren't to breathe easy. They weren't to fill to her quota for a ticket to Heaven....she knew some simply deserved it all. Everywhere she ventured, a melody led her steps. She thoroughly believes in the soundtrack to people's lives. Moon knew love when she saw it. She seldom talked about it; she didn't like those who promiscuously spoke of it. Love paralleled religion, the only difference is that love is real. It is by no means limited to thriving between people. Moon saw beauty in the slightest of movements. She enjoyed people's mannerisms...their minute characteristics. She saw so little but felt so much. One could mistake that for a burden because sometimes, she just wanted to feel nothing. She feared death and eternity...simultaneously.

However, loneliness was her most paramount fear. She couldn't comprehend normality.
She liked the unknown but craved hints; they made her ponder while providing a chance to create a logical possibilty based on thought alone. Moon doesn't see the gap between love and its polar opposite.

She liked branding herself on other's souls. She hoped to never be forgotten. She is stubborn. She is like a gargantuam, layered, intricate, lush oak tree. She is more than you'll ever bargain for and quite a feat to detangle. The past makes the present. She looks like any other girl except....she isn't. She knows many days of the year are uneventful, not worthy of recalling though she begs to differ. Every day, there is something new. It's a small journey, a heartache, a smile, a new memory, a new piece of furniture added to the giant room in her brain...nothing is nothing and everything is everything. Nothing is everything. Have patience. She teaches and learns with too much humility.

Moon is real. There were many other moons, other little planets revolving bigger planets--but really, there is only one MOON called the MOON. The sun indirectly pulls her...with a large being in between her and the sun. So the question is, who is her Earth? Who is her gravity?