Spending all of this time on the moon, wears on my soul.

Makes me feel really old most days.

"They" say many things, mostly filling hot air with sound and spit.

Trying to remind myself of the many years that have gone by, living carefree on earth, and wandering about with absolutely NO responsibilities.

And that time is not now.

Trying to see beauty in this current situation, here on the moon.

Somehow,

Joy gets in, small places, lights and sounds, but well received inside.

Just enough grace to get through until tomorrow's moon day begins.

Just enough to get by..

Moonstone