I’ve traveled a lot. Anyone who know me knows I find peace in the night. Something about the world going dark and the people going quiet allows me the space to let my soul speak.
No matter the sky I’m looking up at, the moon remains the same. She’s always there like an old friend no one else knows. I talk to her a lot and I tell her about the people I’ve loved and lost. I might never be able to catch her, but I’ll always tell her about you.