rises the moon
A song by Liana Flores.
Rises the moon. They say it’s a song written of hope and resilience. Whenever life tires me, whenever my eyes start to droop unwillingly–out of my control, it’s the first song I play. Its tune and melody is consoling enough to make the shards of a shattered soul feel softer. In each and every listen, I reminisce. I reminisce memories, even those that I do not own, those that are a blur. I could say that any kind of memory returns; bitter, sweet, bittersweet, full of hope, hopeless, including other feelings or emotions that I cannot seem to distinguish.
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I do not want to drain my memory for the sake of writing it down on a document like this. I have listened to this song more than I could ever count in the past, and up until now, that stayed the same. I lost it at one point, got it back at another, and finally it slipped right away from my grasp.
People become so joyful whenever they discover a particular song, object, person, piece of media, and whatever other things there are out there.
“I found this!” people exclaim.
But when it came to rises the moon, it’s more like it found me. I had let go of that song for a long time for I associate it with quite a few of the lowest points in my life. A beautiful song that became filled with ugly memories. Memories that I wish faded over time but didn’t. In spite of that, sooner or later, it became a song associated with the sweet moments in my life. Love, joy, contentment, and consolation started to tag along with the passing seconds of this song. This solace in the form of music allowed me to embrace every emotion I own and develop.
My love for rises the moon goes beyond measure, it is rather a profound adoration that cannot be compared nor replaced.
