shadows become the moon

 

i woke up this morning and imagined having a moon tattoo on my right chest. maybe it’s because i have three freckles that form a triangle constellation over my heart - and i wanted to complete the feeling. or maybe i’m thinking about what it means to have celestial bodies on the body - as art. something about being a part of the universe, about living life as phases of the moon, continually dying, continually in re-creation. some time ago, i walked through a dark valley in a park in berlin, at night - feeling like a pile of ashes - and the moon that night was so bright it was almost blinding. it soothed my soul - a feeling of solitude that felt so comforting. my shadows become the moon.

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related:

years ago, i kept a moon journal. i did it again recently.

 
Kening Zhuanimated, dark places, moon