My Moon
On this cold Sunday I miss my moon.
I feel indifferent regarding our previous days of separation because with your friends through God, He doesn’t make you miss them like before. To define before it would be like when I got close to my friends who had to leave to college I felt like I was really lonely because I was yearning for something in them that was not there..for others they feel this loneliness because they have fomo. It’s like I miss her but knowing she’s ok and obviously spreading His word and her knowledge of the father so it’s a good thing she’s away so I don’t physically feel pain. Coincidentally we are connected through our piercing and mentally/spiritually so in the end it’s already ok. But I’ll tell you I can’t wait for my moon to return.
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