The world was dark, and spotlight exposed me in ways I wasn’t sure I liked. The light brought brightness to my watery eyes. Words flew through the air, and swirled like dancing leaves, defying gravity and flying back to the trees they had once been. I didn’t know what to feel. I was floating on this kind of pedestal, realizing with small parts of me how lucky I really was. I was giddy off of words, gestures and actions. I believed in that someday the leaves would fall, and the snow would blanket the world in warmth, and then there would be light and rain, and flowers would bloom in sync with my blossoming heart. I believed that time would pass, and eventually, I would find the beauty in the world that I had always searched for.

But the world was dark, and not everyone had found what I had. I could feel warmth in my heart moving me forward, keeping the pieces of magic in it’s own room where they would never be lost. I saw the future in my own hands, I saw myself, growing older and stronger, but still loving and learning along the way. The night told me to say goodnight, but I lay awake for a long time, wondering what I could do to make the night understand why I needed it to stay for me. Because when the sun peeks out from the horizon, a part of the night remains in the sky. The moon holds my hand until the morning is done. The moon is strong, the moon is the light.  I need you to stay.