Moonlight sonata

This evening, I lay on the couch, listening to Beethoven’s Moonlight Sonata on my headphones, when God came down and touched me…

And it felt so… incredibly good…

so good

but as i turn to you, my beloved friend, and hold you by the shoulder, i cannot tell you. i cannot tell you that God touched me, and not you…

it shatters my heart, but how can i tell you that the life you dream of isn’t for you?

our lives, like every note in the Moonlight Sonata, fall in solitude. and i will cry a million times over each and every one’s beauty and splendor, but the power to change any of their meanings was not bestowed upon me…

it breaks my heart, my dear friend, but i can only stand here with my arms by my side as i see us drift apart…