Not to go all mother Earth/sappy on your ass, but she and the moon were kind of in love. And by that I mean she was in love with the moon. And by that i mean... I'm just not quite sure. There was a comfort that she took in the moon, it was big and bright, but never as in your face as the sun. The moon just seemed to get it. It understood when she was sad, and when she was so full of happiness that she didn't have a place to put it, so full of happiness that she was sad again. The moon is always watching over the ocean, and she fancied herself like an ocean. Swallowing everything, even when it tried to put it back big, lonely, beautiful, never quite sure what it was looking for and struggling to be happy with what it had. Maybe that is too much personification to give to one body of water, but there are certain things you attach yourself to and she had the moon and the ocean. She liked things that were big, bigger than her, they kept her in check while simultaneously being the only things she could ever relate to. They made her feel calm, or as calm as she was ever able to feel. Mostly, they made her feel overwhelmed, but calmly so? You know, things really don't make sense when you try to explain them. You know, things don't really make sense when you try to avoid what they really mean. Really, things just don't make sense. The only time she had ever felt "calm" not like she was reaching for something more was for a short time, when she dabbled in romance, and I am sure she wasn't complete then, but something felt a little more whole. it's hard to say what makes people feel complete. maybe nothing, ever. maybe that is the point, though i suspect really, there isn't one. But she always smiled when hearing the word moon, because it was like smiling when remembering your late grandmother, it fills you with a lovely sort of nostalgia in such a way that you can't keep from hinting at a smile.
DID ANYONE NOTICE HOW MUCH I LIKE COMMAS? COMMA CRAZY COMMA CRAZY.