There is no neon moon to find because its in within .
april 2025. How many tears did you shed in the shadows, without anyone to see the weight of your soul? How many lives did you bury within yourself just to carve a path through the blinding beam of the neon moon? That light wasn’t meant to guide you; it was meant to blind you, to burn you out until all that remained was a fading outline of who you used to be. We all have that moment, the one that leaves you hollowed out. That one sentence—so light, so fleeting— a whisper, but its echoes? They crush, settling in places you thought were safe, places where you believed nothing could ever hurt you again. I spent years building walls, reinforcing the cracks, but every brick I laid was a lie I told myself. I thought if I just opened enough, if I let someone see the darkest parts of me, maybe they’d understand— maybe they’d love the broken pieces that I tried to hide. But the truth? The truth is a shadow you can never outrun, and the ghosts you think you’ve locked away? ...