in space that thoughts reside

it's not special, she knows, to think there's something special about the moon. she looks up, looks in, swims with the star motes in the moon's beam.

in this tunnel of light there is privacy. secrecy, even. though they all share the same moon, she believes this space is sacred, undisturbed, and individual. her words, filtered but unfiltered, may float. may exist. may take up space that does not intrude, interfere, or permeate. thoughts may appear. thoughts may pass.