A thousand chances
I have let slipped.
Capturing the beauty
My heart once gripped.
Laziness, complacency
That may be.
Another thing that can be
Is that of over familiarity.
There are days
A distance is needed.
Too much closeness
Can get you blinded.
The beauty of the whole
Can be seen from afar
Admired and when time comes
Reunite and be close than you ever were, thus far.
I have always been fascinated with the moon and its glow. How it illuminates the dark surrounding and adds drama or the feeling of terror waiting. I like the thrill it gives in the night sky.
For a time I have always been hunting this and snapping and capturing it. Trying to preserve it. I stopped abruptly. But i still look up every once chance I get.
Funny and annoying how "busy" gets to primadonna itself by altering your normal and manages to pull your glance away from what is beautiful.
I love how the moon re-impresses to my soul that everything is alright. I like how it silently whispers , "Yo God got your back ya, know? Ya best believe it. Through dark times and bright days!"
What do you feel when you see the night sky peppered with the stars or dominated by the bright moon?
December 11, 2021
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