11/21/18. 2:58am.

i lie in my childhood bed, basking in the darkness of my room, a darkness that is disturbed by the radiant moonlight percolating through the openings of my blind. something in me called to mark the beauty of the night – i don’t find beauty in the darkness, but rather in the whispers of moonlight filtering through my room. the world is silent and for a moment, all of my struggles and problems are too – i am left in a transitory state that feels surreal and i am now at most open state. for some reason, this moonlight is captivating my mind – i keep shifting myself so that my face is in direct contact with it, a connection that reminds me of the nights i spent as a kid staying up and admiring the same moonlight.

there’s a reason why i love the nighttime, especially when it’s lit up by the moon or by city lights – a beautiful energy courses through the world, an energy that is untouched by the binds of la vida cotidiana. the moon and the stars know the most about me and i am in tune with the bright allure of them. i hope that years from now, even a couple days from now, i will be able to look back on this post/date and experience a fraction of the feelings i am experiencing now – the simplicity, the relaxing, the introspective, and the love for this moonlight.

as the moonlight bathes my face with charm, ease, and love, my mind lulls to sleep with ariana grande’s soft masterpiece moonlight.