The Moon

The moon is bursting with secrets. There are so many different sets of eyes looking upon it; eyes that are full of pain and suffering; eyes that hold love and care. A full moon knows everything there is to know because when you’re left alone the Man in the Moon is the only person left to spill your heart out to. But the thing is you don’t even have to speak words because he drinks from your eyes. He can tell the difference in acceptance and longing. The world may see that you’ve accepted what you can’t change but the moon knows how much you long to change it. Fooling the world is an easy thing to do but fooling yourself is impossible to accomplish. The eyes hold truth that normal people wouldn’t be able to see but the moon is all-knowing. He sees the way you stare up at him-wondering what’s to come. He knows it’s a temporary escape for a world you may not be able to understand at the moment. He knows lust when he sees it. Lust for all the things you can’t have but so desperately want. He knows the pain you hide so well at times but when you go for a walk at him at 2 a.m… what else could you be feeling apart from anguish? He knows all the things you’ve never said aloud; your inspirations and your dreams; your secrets and your regrets. He knows how much you wish you had been stronger in the past because then maybe a few things could be different. He knows what you really dream about. How you would do anything to drive away without a rearview mirror. Not because you’re ashamed of where you’re at or where you’ve been but because you know there’s a bigger world out there just waiting for you. He knows that you find inspiration in the smallest of things. In the smell of fresh cut grass, in the way the sunsets along the shore, or the happiness you feel when you hear a baby laugh. He knows all the things you think you hide. He accepts it all, he drinks it all and he will never be full. He. Is. Limitless.