The Art of Talking to the Moon

Nobody really plans to talk to the moon.

It just sort of… happens.

One moment you’re lying in bed, scrolling aimlessly, and the next you’re standing by the window, looking like the main character in a music video no budget, no crew, just you and that glowing gossip queen in the sky.

The moon’s got this quiet energy, like it’s been through things.

Watched civilizations rise, crash, and ghost each other. Seen humans cry over love, exams, and Wi-Fi issues. And yet, it just hangs there calm, constant, a silent therapist with no hourly rate.

And when you start talking whether it’s about the friend who stopped calling, the dream you’re too scared to chase, or the pizza you regret not ordering the moon listens.

No interruptions. No “have you tried meditating?” advice. Just pure, uninterrupted vibe absorption.

The best part?

It never judges.

Because the moon knows your 2 A.M. secrets are safe. They’ll dissolve into the night, float among the stars, and maybe just maybe come back to you as a little more courage in the morning.

So next time sleep ghosts you, try talking to the moon.

It’s the cheapest therapy, and the coziest kind of magic.