My Why
I want to live a romantic life. The one I have been dreaming about but haven’t woken up to yet. The one with hard work. The one with no brakes. The one where I look at my family and they are all wearing smiles. The one were I am wearing one too.
I want to keep my promises. I made so many. Late nights when I was a little drunk I would look up at the moon. Without saying a word I told the moon everything. The moon always listened. It’s stare was always blank, no judgement. But it still stared deeply; deeply into my soul and Into my spirit. It saw both dwindling. It has been where I am. The moon wears so many scars.
I made a promise to it too. I promised to be true to myself. To listen to the things that enhance my spirit and to escape those that don't. To ignore the imagined. To be patient and methodical in the way I live my life. No more anger either. Nothing wasteful. To let supportive people in (it’s a charity to them too) and keep those that wish you harm out. I promised to keep exploring, weather a book or a mountain but always myself, others, and the world around me. I promised to keep listening.
I took the blinds down in my room. When I wake up in the morning now the first thing I see is the trees outside my window. The sun usually reaches them around that time. Now it reaches me too. Time to progress with time.
Sobered by the Sun,
Intoxicated by the Moon
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Beacon NY
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