“Let us take a ride to the sky, before the night is gone. Moonshine. Take us to the stars tonight; take us to that special place, that place we went last time.” ~ Bruno Mars.
These words to a Bruno Mars song explain exactly how I feel when I look at the moon; I become moonstruck, stuck in her pull. That is how I came up with the name for this here thingamabob. I have always been fascinated with the moon. I remember sitting in my favorite spot, high in the branches of our backyard tree and just losing myself in her glow. When I tell people I call myself Moonstruck they all like to tell me that the most common synonym for moonstruck is lunatic. *sticks hand out* nice to meet ya. I am still Moonstruck. I mean come on, have you been reading anything I post? It fits. Like those cool ass leather driving gloves that only the coolest of the cool wear. Other words they use are frenzied, possessed and melancholy; hmmm 2 outta 3 ain’t bad. You pick the 2 you think apply, I trust your judgment.
Not just all that good stuff, but come on you saw the movie. It had Cher in it for Pete’s sake. Cher! And Nicholas Cage. Winning. Wait, do people still say that or did it go out of style as soon as Charlie Sheen calmed the hell down? I am always late on what is hip to say or not, I still say ya dig and groovy. Mostly to embarrass the children but also because they are groovy, ya dig?
I had a point when I started writing and then my overworked, sleep addled, moonstruck mind kind took me off in multiple directions at once. Don’t worry, you will get used to it.