What do you want me to say?Tell me about myself.It’s overwhelming,isn’t it? Do you remember when I was tender?Just a kid with a lot of dreamsThere is an image inside your heart,of someone who no longer exists. Every time that you see me you smile as if I’m getting better.What do you see?

The time is right.The moon is making her way to meet me,dressed up and daring,after so many cycles of the same old, same old,she has decided that she would like something special. Her eyes are misty,her mind clear,she draws on the sky with her stars,crafting a path for me to follow when I disappear into…

We went walking to the aquarium,the one on the front,fearful of the roaring seas that called to the creatures.The moon was a Princess,crowned by the kind of glow that made me hopeful.You were gentle,slowing your purposeful strides along the street,the air, full of candy floss, sea salt and hot doughnuts as I caught up,my hand…