Diaries of the Moonlight Hours

A strong reminder that I, too, needed to remain standing. Even if all odds stood against me.

Nothing is making itself clear. I wish I got a more obvious sign of what I could do.

I still write to you. What a damned shame.

But a free man is quite lonesome when the rest of the worlds are busy imprisoning themselves.

And so the fervour to celebrate was strong in us.

We don’t need to dance the strict steps of society today.