on telling the moon your secrets

she will keep them for you, i promise

My first communion picture. If they only knew I was praying to the moon the whole time… ooof.

when i was little, the moon became my silent confidant, a celestial being i revered as if it were a god.

night after night, i would sit by my window, pouring my heart out to its gentle glow, believing that it listened and understood. the moon knew my deepest fea…