Don’t you ever get the feeling when everything seems so clear? When at one given moment, it seems like everything finally makes sense- you don’t know why, but it feels everything... will turn out alright.
I don't think people really know how the moon makes me happy. 1-2 am is always the best, when time just slows down and it’s easier to pretend you live in a city of ghosts. I always find it so calming, so serene on abandoned streets and it’s just you the moon. I love dancing on empty streets and laying down on the middle of main roads. It’s that adrenaline rush of the uncertain- laying there you give everything up, you let everything go- leaving everything to chance and trust in the inner workings of the collective universe. gaining that perspective where very few rarely see in a lifetime, laying down on the road looking nowhere but up above, to the stars, to the moon, not knowing if or when a car comes racing by- humbled by everything. humbled by the immensity of everything- that sudden rush of emotional clarity and knowing- that you want to live. it’s that dormant instinct of self preservation that blares through every thought, misgivings, doubts, hurt... simplifying life down to the basics.
Live. so you can dream, love, and maybe find happiness- and in such unexpected places,
like in a middle of a deserted street.
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