Late at night, when the moon is at its highest,
When I am at my highest,
I confess my secrets.
I say what I do not say.
I acknowledge what I can not
in the brightness of day.
The night is honest.
The night keeps me honest.
The loneliness it can bring is welcomed.
It is a stark reminder that, in the end,
all we have is ourselves.
One self.
How we choose to live
Who we chose to spend life alongside
comes down entirely to that self.
So I will choose to have a love affair with the moon.
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