Tennille + Matt

Sometimes I am paralysed by my thoughts. Sometimes they consume me. Sometimes I wonder what it is about me that keeps them circling through my mind. Some would call it nostalgia. Others romanticism. Others still have suggested it’s a curse. Perhaps it is simply the way that I love, for there is no free key to my heart and only one I would come for in another life time to begin from the start.

So Mr. Moon, I love that you’re always there. Any winter. Any summer. Mr. Moon, you know i’ll always be there too.

I may not know where I am going or where it will even end or if I will ever see the sun in the morning kiss the moon, gently before she departs.

I do know what love is though. I know that I do.

I also know that no body lasts very long if they are afraid of change and few are able to change if they are afraid of making mistakes.

So if you ever get the chance to love. If you ever catch the slightest glimpse of it. Not the kind that pinches you. No, I’m talking about the kind that has you feeling your heart in the back of your throat and you lost in desire, hold on to that feeling. Let it soak through your soul until you are warm from the inside out because life is so short. It has so many surprises and not all of them good. What moments you choose to collect and take with you, well that’s up to you.

Hold on to the good Mr. Moon. Perhaps tomorrow you’ll have hope, another life time, one to make right.
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