Moonlight

Here.  I am here in bed. Moonlight drifting in the window. The night before it was a full moon. When I came to bed that night I opened the blinds and laid my head where my feet should be so I could gaze into the full moon. I willed the moonlight to heal my troubled mind. Thoughts left my mind and new ones returned. One theme stayed the same. Disconnect. Miscommunication. What is it about those words that gets so mixed up? Why can't we just understand what someone else is trying to say? In a world of smoke and mirrors you only have a few true rocks. I carry too many things with me. Some days I think I care too much and others I don't care enough. It's mostly caring too much that gets me into trouble. Over thinking is hurting me. It's keeping me in one place. Sometimes the miscommunication is so deep that it causes physical pain and second guessing things you thought were real. There are days when I am sure no one understands anything I say. So I am here again tonight with the moon, willing it to heal my heart this time. When the morning comes I will have more clarity. Less anger. The moonlight straight to my heart ought to do the trick.