With each farewell of the sun, I gather my thoughts under the company of the moon. It is only under the moon’s light that I feel whole. It is very ironic that I feel the most seen in the darkest conditions. Perhaps it is because no matter how much the sun tries to shed light on my true nature, it is always overlooked. I glisten under the moon’s light, ready to get to the root of my troubles. Each night I have gathered my thoughts into words, waiting to assemble them into the perfect menu. Collected are the starters, how I came to be. Samples of my upbringing, along with childhood joys and sorrows. Some grow impatient, hungry, and eager to skip over to the main course. Here we have what makes me, me. My likes, dislikes, quirks, core values, beliefs, and more. Each ingredient carefully picked and mixed into each dish. All of me is sprinkled into everything because I am never just one key ingredient 24/7. I am all encompassing. This is where the misunderstandings begin. Hungry to get to the root of me, the starters, which is very important in a full course meal, gets skipped. Things I hold dear to me, things that brought me to the woman I am today, seems to not matter to anyone. We skip ahead and make assumptions from the small pictures next to the main course. Written off because certain parts of me doesn’t seem appealing visually. Not even questioning the ingredients that were carefully put together to make me. Not even bothering to ask. I think it is a human trait to assume. As you are reading this you are making assumptions in your head. You can’t help it. So pick your dish. You still may eat it whole and be disappointed. Did you understand what you ate? Do you care to ask what was in it? No. No matter how good it was, you do not ask. You may come back for more one day, but for now you are satisfied. Then we have desserts. The sweetest part of me. Everyone’s favorite. This will all be eaten with a haste as well. After all is gone, the experience is over. Sadly, everyone’s taste buds are different and will never truly understand what I was truly trying to convey. And even if you care to ask me what that is, will you hear me, or will you only listen?