we soar over the dead surface of the moon, until we tire, and then we unbecome and return home and slowly begin to hope once more.
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A close friend of mine wrote the following in response to my dark hawk piece:
Dark Hawk, you are not alone. The flight on the dark side of the moon feels solitary but you are not alone. You can’t see the other Dark Hawks as they cloak themselves well, but you are not alone. You see, I too am a Dark Hawk and it is my secret. I cloak myself in shades of happiness and hues of laughter. You can’t see me for what I am. But know you are not alone.
If I exposed my true self would you fly away? If I exposed my true self would it comfort you? There are others, but they too hide. They don’t want to be a Dark Hawk. They don’t want anyone to know their true self. Instead they point to others and say they are broken. The others don’t want to acknowledge. They fear the unknown of being true.
I hide in the shadows hoping to avoid being noticed, but I noticed you. There must be a reason. Please, don’t be afraid, we are safe. We are safe together. It isn’t often that I see others here in the lee of the moon, but I’m glad you are here because I need you too. We don’t need to speak for I understand. A simple glance will do. You and I can fly in silence the way all Dark Hawks do.