relocation.
I'd live on the moon if I could.
My mind is already there.
Sunk deep in a crater,
dust covered cradle.
Every thought tethered
to what if it all goes wrong.
Every hope flung into vast
open arms of the stars.
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I love how the moon becomes more than a destination here—it becomes a refuge for an anxious mind. Quiet, vulnerable, and beautifully imagined.