#### <em>Trim your wings</em> <p> Dearest of mine, did you know Ghosts watch over you? <br> <br> From backroads that follow with no lanes to merge towards, to city limits where every turn feels impossibly wrong. <br>I wish to write to tell you how proud I am, and for now, it's just pride in myself. <br> Though, I'm sure there are plenty of reasons to see your strength prevailing. <br> Maybe you're proud of yourself too, for all the same, or even if it's different reasons - pride remains this similar, congruent-like aspect of us. </p> <p> I stared at the moon tonight, it was a waxing crescent. <br> It made me think about all the good things to come, like the fullest of moons. <br> Like the grips of the gravitational pull, and how it anchors me back to time itself. <br> I think on what it felt like the first time, <em>I lost control</em> too. <br> And now I truly believe, there was never a shared moon, because to you...it's all the same. <br><br> And to me...it meant everything to see a phase pass to another, and I wonder if that's what this moment really is. <br> Just a phase of the Moon. </p> <pre>Are you going to watch as the world takes you over? or, will the trimming of your wings finally be the cause of growth, to finally learn how your own must work.</pre>