Moon

I sit upon the damp sand that wiggles upon my toes. The reflection of the bright shadow inside the water makes me feel whole.

The wind blows through my hair as I do not care. At this moment, I do not care what time it is, why i'm sitting there or question to leave. I took one look at the sky and knew that the moon and I were one that night.

The moon shined so bright to let me know how alone I am not tonight. I am not alone because i feel alone. I am not alone because i think i am alone. I am not alone because the moon says i'm not alone.

I am alone because I feel like an egg that has been cracked and left in the refrigerator section at the grocery store. I am alone because I feel sad. I feel sad because unlike the cookies at the grocery store, I don't get seen. I don't get seen just like the grapes inside of a grocery store, at least I don't think i get seen like grapes at the grocery store.

I say this because I dont know a lot of people that like fruit, but I like fruit. But not many people like me. I look at the moon like a giant watermelon because I love it so much.

I love the moon so much because every day it comes back in all shapes and shades to keep us feeling less alone.

I love the moon, it let's me not feel alone.