Tara
My blogs
| Industry | Non-Profit |
|---|---|
| Occupation | as in, i make none |
| Location | Canada |
| Introduction | I want to taste the moon Do you know what I mean? To know her well enough; her travels through the sky, when she arrives late or early and when she stays out all night, a tired party girl making her way home late the next morning. To know when she is growing and when she will shrink away. To know her well enough to taste her As people say, "I could almost taste it" and mean something was so close. I imagine myself climbing the lamp post, hammer in hand, to restore darkness. There are ten on my street and I'd smash them all if I were brave. or crazy. If my hunger for the moon were stronger or I thought I deserved to know her. |