Moonchild
There's a moonchild for everyone
Oh, little moon child, you're not the only one.
-MoonChild
Shakespere's Sister
There's a big, pretty moon out there.
It's almost the color of a milk glass...white, almost creamy. And you can look up at it forever, and feel like you're not really alone at all.
I'll just keep looking at it forever.
I'm a part of it; the part of me that's always dreaming, on the outside of the world. Our pale faces staring out, defiant, ready to chew the world up if it gets in our way.
As a little girl, I feared being myself. Only recently have I retired that outlook and opened myself up to the light of the world. During a night walk, canopied by green leaves and warm, spicy smells, I became myself, came into my own light. Might sound clichéd, but it's the most basic truth of life. Breathing in the joy; connecting to the possibility of your own world. Getting a step out of the gutter and looking up into the face of the night sky.
I'm no longer afraid of the blackness; within myself and without myself. Sitting beside this window and watching the stars rise up, I'm looking at my reflection within the stars. And I love it. I love being alive.