I’m so sleep deprived I feel peace I see beauty in life

It’s the eternal crescent moon and the man walking beside it and disappearing. And sifting through years and memories, and the sun from last june shining and black nights where every light bore into my soul like an eye. You can go to any year or feeling. It’s all memories stacked up. It’s a clean hug. It’s acceptance instead of insecurity. It feels like an impure form of Buddhism