lune

today i admired the moon once again on my way home. it was a cloudless night, just as years ago, the same steps, the same path, the same old thing. however, that same luminous glow of the moon was much gentler, much more loving and soothing as compared to back then, its light no longer glaringly icy as if it could cut steel; but it was as warm as if it could melt the frost around my heart, encasing me in a past never forgotten, its unloving grasp pulling me in, sinking in, drowning.

my hands finally unravelling the red threads binding me to fears, insecurities, delusions, regret, guilt; as i raise my hand up one last time and remember,

the same scenery, the same path, the same words, the same actions, the same warmth in my heart, in my little old, worn out, yet resolute heart, and the same old me.

perhaps it will always lead me to you, no matter what form you take.