Moon Shines!!

What are these eyes that carry the weight of dusk? Why do they search for a pillow as if it were a small, quiet country where wars of the day cannot follow? Why does a blanket feel like an old friend— one that knows the language of silence, one that hums softly, tucking a restless heart into stillness? And yet— why do my feet keep running when my soul only asks to sit? Is this what life becomes— a road where we hold hands with love yet somehow lose hold of ourselves? For I have a home, yes— a home in the arms of a man whose love stands steady like a lighthouse. But tell me— can love also quiet the storms inside when the tide of days refuses to slow? Why does the world grow louder— circles widening, laughter echoing through crowded rooms— while somewhere inside a small room of solitude gathers dust? Where did the pause go? Where did the evenings go when the moon and I shared a longer conversation? Is grief not also a form of gratitude— a quiet ritual where we bow to everything we lost a...