the feeling right before a full moon.
you know that moment when you're just about to cry--there is this writhed lump that becomes tightly wound in your throat. the wad of emotions you're attempting desperately to swallow have conquered your will.
in the moments before the full moon--i feel this not in my throat, but in my core. and though the lump is not sad, it's just as heavy the deepest sorrow.


i'll be here just as soon as you arrive, my lovely moon.
as soon as night sheets the town, i'm off to be with you.
this time, perhaps a coffee shop. i'll grab the window seat, of course.

always yours,
xoxo.