This is going to be another ranting / rambling post. You have been warned.
I saw a post on Instagram, the other day, along the lines of “Don’t trust the thing that’s trying to kill you.” Don’t trust the eating disorder. Don’t trust , the depression. Whatever. Don’t trust the PMDD or whatever is going on with me this time. But if I can’t trust the very body I live in, then what can I trust. Jesus, of course. “Jesus” is always the answer, isn’t it, my Christian friends? It’s too bad when you don’t particularly like Him these days, but you can’t deny or ignore His existence. Go ahead and give me the “worst Christian” award; I don’t care.
Yesterday was this month’s full moon. Maybe that’s why I am being a LUNAtic! I’m a little obsessed with the names of each month’s full moon. July’s is called the Buck Moon because deer’s antlers are growing at this time (allegedly).
I started a cherita about this earlier and am finishing it now:
I am obsessed with the full moon, Periodically feeling like a total lunatic, Personality eclipsed, it's absolutely Hysterical but not funny at all. It shines Like an unwanted spotlight, and I can't Hide; the moon can't leave the stage either.
revivedwriter 
Lovely poem.
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I love poem about the moon! However, most of the names for full moons come from the Native American Tradition. As they followed herds of buffalo, the Buck Moon was the time of year when the buffalo were “rutting”. 😎
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Wonderful
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