You won’t see this post until the sun is already up, but it’s dark as I write.
I have always been in love with the moon. Even now it is my friend when sleep seems like a dream far away. Perhaps it is the silence. Perhaps it is the seduction of being all alone, and still surrounded by my loved ones. Even in the stillness and slumber that is my house I know that I can look up and that silver sphere will still be in the sky. I have never felt this way about the day, with its yellow rays that often times leave me feeling too exposed. No, I am a moon child through and through.
I am a moon child.
I find a sort of strength that I do not have during the day. As I stay awake while others are asleep I picture myself their guardian, their protector, and I relish in feeling of being such.
I am a moon child, and I find that I love more easily at night. During the day my affection has to war with all the thoughts and worries that come with being human, but at night I can simply let my emotions be. They are free under the watchful glow of the moon, and perhaps her presence is why I can finally let my own guard down.
Because I am the way I am, I struggle to sleep during the night. My mind is its most active, and sleep seems like something that other people do while I’d rather ponder the workings of the world.
In the night I am fully see that kindness and compassion are monumental to a happy life. That taking the time out of my day to do something nice for someone else might make me late for a meeting, but it might make the day for the person I helped.
In the night I can see how much I truly care for my oldest friends and my newest acquaintances. In the night I think that I might be able to tell them how much they mean to me, but I know that in the morning I will have lost my courage.
I spend the nights alone, and yet I often find that I feel abandoned when in a room full of people.
There are times when I wish I could be a type of person who finds adventure and excitement in the night, but I am not that type.
I was born for the silence of the night, and it is in that darkness that my thoughts, and invariably my words, are the loudest thing of all.