Take Me To The Moon

There was a time where connection felt distant. Not because it did not exist, but because it no longer felt necessary. After everything that had been experienced, there was a quiet decision — to step away from what once carried weight, and to remain within a space that felt steady and self-contained. It was not emptiness. It was peace. Years passed without searching. Without expectation. Without the need to be understood or completed by someone else. And in that space, something important was formed. A sense of presence that did not rely on anything external. There was nothing missing. And perhaps that is what made what followed feel different. Because when something appeared, it was not met with need. It was met with awareness. Not a certainty, not a definition, but a feeling. Subtle, unspoken, yet unmistakable in its presence. Something that did not ask to be chased, but simply noticed. There was a pull… and a pause. A quiet knowing that not everything needs to be understood immediately. That not every connection is meant to be defined the moment it is felt. And yet, something remained. Not urgency, but curiosity. Not attachment, but openness. Because for the first time in a long time, there was no need to protect what had already been rebuilt. No need to hold back out of fear of losing something that had once been fragile. What had been broken had already been faced, endured and strengthened. And in that moment, there was a strange sense of freedom. Freedom to feel… without forcing. Freedom to observe… without assuming. Freedom to allow something to exist without needing to define what it is. The experience was not overwhelming. It was quiet. Almost effortless. As if something was simply… unfolding. Not something to hold on to. Not something to control. But something to recognize, if it continues to reveal itself.

This piece reflects a shift. Not from loneliness to connection, but from closure to openness. A movement from protecting what was once broken, to allowing what is real to exist without resistance. Journeys To Monas continues as an exploration of presence, connection, and the subtle moments that shape us without needing to be fully understood. Take Me To The Moon is not a story of finding love. It is a reflection of becoming open to it again. Through stillness, through distance, through time, something changes. Not outwardly, but within. And when that change takes place, what once felt unreachable no longer feels so far. If this touched something within you, know that I am still learning, only seeking to understand, and to walk in truth.

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