It's easy, oh so easy, to know other people. Their masks they present to you, faults and weaknesses easily seen at first, only to be deepened and aged with knowing. But it is not so easy to know yourself. To truly see your own strengths, and how tall and strong they really are. To know your foundation. To admit your weakness. Weakness that you cannot rid yourselves of, if you even manage to rightfully acknowledge them.
And there I go, waxing poetic without saying a thing.
My name is Luna, or at least it will be in 6 to 8 weeks when my name change application goes through. More like 8 or 9 seeing as I'm sending it out when I get the money too.
I can list all sorts of random facts about myself, from my love of the night sky to my love of tomato and egg sandwiches. But why would I? People are such easy mysteries to unravel. Why would I skip to the middle and end? Was it Miss Scarlet, in the Library with the rope? Perhaps it was. But you'll need to find out for yourself.
Good luck and here's a clue.
I am the most complex person you can ever meet, and that makes me oh so simple. I am willing to do whatever needs to be done, and whatever is wanted to be done, for those I declare family, few as they may be. And I'll do a lot for random strangers too. But should I choose to not count as friend or stranger but rather foe, then out comes the claws and dangerous words. I am not kind when my ire has been raised. Nor sometimes when I just feel the urge.
Perhaps thats more than one clue. Maybe it's three. The Rope, Professor Plum and the Conservatory have been eliminated. Out of this game of chess and clues will you declare what you find? Or will you guess wrongly and have it be your King, not Mr Brody, on the Library Floor.
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