After the new moon, the moon “waxes,” meaning it gets bigger and builds up in strength and intensity, signifying growth 🌙
Things are moving forward and there’s the hope of more to come.
I’m shedding my skin
every day I discover a new piece of me
as I lose another part
I thought I’d always be.
What I wish they’d told me about losing someone you love is that you’ll never be the same again. You’ll finally understand the illusion of time- how some days feel as though they’ll never end, and others like a brand new beginning. Many a sad memory will come to pay you a visit. You’ll suddenly remember the first kiss again. And then, the last. For a few months you’ll act unlike yourself just so you can feel alive again. You won’t be able to stand that dull, numb sensation taking over the space where your heart used to be. You learn death doesn’t just take your loved one away and leaves after that. No. Death hangs around. It stays. It becomes a part of who you are now. For better or for worse. Some days it makes you passionate about things you never even noticed before, like the white trail clouds leave behind. And others, it makes you never want to see a blue sky again. It’s messy and disorienting and heartbreakingly painful. At first. And then, always. It doesn’t get any better with time like they say. You just learn to live with it. To befriend it and let it in. And then it never leaves. You let it take over so the past can die and stay behind. And that’s how you learn to live again. That is the time of your rebirth. Your heart and soul will grow so big that one day you stop being who you were and you become love. so let the tears come. let them wash away the pain.
(this is how you grow)
I don’t have time for tears anymore-
Happiness has become my clock’s battery,
my alarm to wake up
feel, touch, scream,
cry, bite, love, grow,
scratch past the surface
the mediocre people seem to settle for.
Sometimes I can be trouble
if I don’t have someone just as wild
to run with.