And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.
There is something about moon that attracts me towards it. I find moon super romantic. I feel it has a story to narrate. Millions of people talk to moon about their dreams and wishes. Moon keeps our secrets. It watches us from far, notices the change in us and never complains about it. I can spend all my night (in fact have spent most of my nights) talking to moon without getting bored. Moon knows all my secrets. It knows when I’m happy and when I’m sad. It knows the reason of my teary eyes and sleepless nights. And i know, it wont betray me. It will keep my secrets till i die and after that too.
The moon is a loyal companion. It never leaves. It’s always there, watching, steadfast, knowing us in our light and dark moments, changing forever just as we do. Every day it’s a different version of itself. Sometimes weak and wan, sometimes strong and full of light. The moon understands what it means to be human. *Uncertain. Alone. Cratered by imperfections.*
-from the novel “Shatter me”