I'm thankful for people who are like the moon. I'm thankful for the people who shine and help me see the light when I'm falling, but are still right there when I'm rising and shining brightly. I strive to be a moon for other people, but sometimes you feel less like a moon and more like a black hole, sucking all happiness and brightness that is around you away. What about the stars? Are they shining brightly, happy and fierce, lighting up the dark moments? Or are they forced to pretend their bright, but secretly their counting down the days until they explode, only to become a black hole.
May 5, 2018