29.1.16

prelude

The source of my writing inspiration was the night of the blue moon. i've always been fascinated with the moon and the sun and all of the stars that live in the sky. The blue moon was the worst night of my existence. i don't mean to confuse you by the last sentence though; i'm so happy. i'm in love with people and life and the sky and the moon. From the words of juliet, "my only love has sprung from my only hate!" i've been able to find some kind of balance. i like high school. But maybe thats only because i'm an optimist.

My favorite color changed from blue to purple, and my favorite constellation changed from scorpio to taurus.

Most people say that the blue moon is a night of good energy, love, and to say it simply, a night of magic. They say that some of life's greatest moments happen "once in a blue moon." As for me, i can't think of a worse moment than the night of the blue moon. But just because I felt that the moon betrayed me, doesn't mean i've stopped going star gazing, or admiring the way the moon changed shapes in the sky.

The moon changes every single night. Maybe that's what has gotten me here. Here being a state of happiness and beauty and all of the purple in the world.

The moon betrayed me once, but a new moon showed up the night after. The sky is the most reliable source of hope, and the stars are the greatest source of light, and that is why i call myself stella luna.


Because to me, the most heartbreaking, most extraordinary things all show up in the sky.