The moonlit night spread its veil over the city, just like it does every night. I sit still staring at the blankness of the white sheet, trying to master courage. For the nth time, I have been befriending the moon, accompanying her till the sun awakes and rises to show off his garment of light. I have been battling with myself, creating my own theater of war, guarding my own feelings and destroying my own kingdom. A great fire of emotional havoc dwells within, engulfing Hope and Happiness with its greed. I close my eyes to disrupt the intensity of Negativity, to gain control once and for all, to silence the fortissimo voices and to destroy the shackles of Strength that has been bound by the bulwark of Weakness.

Everyday, I go out and face the world with a smile, a smile seemingly real and devoid of a mere hint of madness, fury and desolation. A smile saturated with pride and pretension, and a smile unknowingly broken of truth. I walk the paths of my normal life, lifting and stepping my foot onto the pavement of Misery, directing every ounce of might on the belief that this too shall pass, that I would get over this just like everyone should. I lean on the walls of Sanity, conjuring the spirit of Life, summoning the minions of Optimism to cradle me for a while. I rest my head in my hands, attempting to block and discourage the simultaneous flow of unwelcome thoughts. I take a deep breath and sigh, releasing grief into the air, mixing it with every people's desires and frustrations, and generating a union of humanity. I breathe back, taking in with me an unfamiliar taste, strangeness comforting me. I pick myself up and continue to walk, weighing lighter as before, as if Grief left me and took off as I sighed for the second time.

I saw you. But you never saw me.

Overwhelmed and perturbed with inexplicable feelings I looked at you, I stared at you and you glanced back, but you never saw me… you never did.

Hurt as I was, I fought myself from crying, from pouring this immense pain that has inundated my heart. I walked past you and caught your scent of Pride. I inhaled your intoxicating perfume and I understood that you would never look back, you would never give Love a chance. I sighed again, freeing myself of Sorrow. I breathe in the freshness of Resolution and continued the rest of the way.

Questions endlessly banging at my door, nagging me to answer them and bury them with Peace. Yet, only you can bring Peace and only Peace can find the key to my door. I have tried to persuade you into conversing with me, into quenching my pathetic thirst for your nearness, your being. But you have become permanently impervious to my pleas, even to my voice that you have once heard. You shut me out of your world like a book you once read and loved, and now found its resting among the dust of your indifference.

I have been fooling myself, feeding myself of false hopes, continuously believing that my breath would reach you, longing for you to notice my incessant existence… my Love. Only now have Realization been free into the air. Only now have I been able to grasp the reigns of Acceptance that has gone astray from the moment Bitterness has planted its seeds within me. Time poisoned Bitterness and impeded it from growing… Time has come.

I sighed again. This time I breathe in with a smile, a reserved smile speaking of reception. I glimpsed at you for the last time. The Time has come to let you go. Finally, I have gathered my senses. I am letting you go.

Sometimes, the moon's starkness inebriates my spirit like the wine of the fairies, quieting the turmoil inside, serenading my senses like strings of music, as if catharsis transpired within the corners of my heart. For the longest time, I have been awake with the moon and Sleep has been evasive, depriving me of rest. Yet Sleep has been drowning me, misleading me all this time. I have been living in a slumber of denial and only now have I awaken and discovered the moon's guidance. She had been befriending me, seeking my trust, lulling me in her arms as Night dances.