love letters from women i love about that between myself and my beloved and am reminded that we should never settle for a love we have to dim our light for. for those who beg us to swim in their shadows because that is hardly love at all. i struggle even, to call that attraction. more like attachment. there are people who will praise you out loud and pray for your demise in the quiet. some have the audacity to try and execute it themselves. sometimes we get sucked in so deep we think it’s too late to run, to pull ourselves out. but, believe me when i tell you that i have been incubated/crushed by the inkiest semblances of darkness and pried my way out.
the sun does not ask the moon to turn off her glow, to glisten a little more subtly, to stop reaching through bedroom windows of young women so they can tell her of their love. he never feels intimidated by her shine because he is a light of his own. and the moon never asks it of him. if she does anything, she reflects his light. acts as a divine channel for his radiance. the wisdom of his knowledge. he rules the day. she, the night. different, yet equal forces. both symbols of guidance, of life. both bearers of light.
following the same path through the sky.