Because I still Believe.

This is old.  End of sophomore year…of high school.  Excerpts.

The
moon is out
tonight. Watching over her. She wipes that shy tear off her face and
smiles.
Always there when times are bad. Shining it’s light on that path
leading to an
escape. That dream world seems so far away now. Only under that
moonlight can
she distinguish what’s real and what’s not. Guiding her way, the
moonlight
gives her an abrupt shove back to reality, shining a light on those
harrowing thoughts. The path separates two sides, the dream world, and
reality. Always
there for her, but not what she wants.  During that brief connection
with the moon, her world stops spinning.

That night, she looked
out the window. The moon was waiting for her…watching her. She floated away
into the distance…and cried. The skies lit up. A slight
shadow cast upon her face. Behind her the screams died down, the pain eased,
and she smiled. She had never felt so wonderful. She had never been more
beautiful.

 I got to see the moon set a couple weekends ago.  It was big.  It
turned red.  And then it disappeared behind the horizon.  Or maybe it
was the clouds.  Either way, it was gone. 

Many thoughts.  Many Feelings.  An inability to express.  Reasons.  Justificiations.  Excuses.