Many nights I sit outside in the darkness, nothing but the soft wind makes a sound; the moon illuminates the whole world around be, basking it in a soft white glow. Its in this loneliness that I speak to her, the moon. I tell her about my day and confide my deepest grievances and secrets with her as if there is somebody listening, addressing her always as Luna. Sometimes I think Im crazy by talking to a floating rock in orbit above the planet, treating it as if its a character from a television show but yet I still do it. I feel like there is somebody or somepony listening, quietly observing and understanding my dilemmas. The moon always listens, is there when Im feeling down, will listen to the things I cant tell to anyone else and never shares my secrets. She is the most most loyal and beautiful of friends, and I will always thank her for being there.

If it wasnt for this seemingly ludicrous way to get things off my chest I may not have been here today. I thank Luna for being there and always listening, I owe my life to her and for that Im always grateful.

((Still feel crazy though ))