The Moon in the Sky

 𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝘀𝗽𝗲𝗰𝗶𝗮𝗹 𝗶𝘀 𝘀𝗼 𝗻𝗼𝗿𝗺𝗮𝗹. I would say, “𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗼𝗻𝗹𝘆 𝗺𝗼𝗼𝗻 𝗶𝗻 𝗺𝘆 𝘀𝗸𝘆, 𝗮𝗺𝗼𝗻𝗴𝘀𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗹𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗼𝗳 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗿𝘀”

In the quiet of the night, with a cigarette dangling between my fingers, I find myself staring at the moon, thinking of you. The world dissolves into a blurry mess, and it’s just me, the moon, and that is when I realise, you’re not just special; you’re the ache in my heart, the whiskey on my lips. It’s not just the way you light up my dark corners; it’s the secrets you hold, the silhouettes you paint. A splash of raw beauty in the ordinary. And as I take another drag, I realize, in this vast constellation of life, you’re my singular moon, and that’s not just special — it’s everything.