Moon + Mercury = Feeling deeply, explaining poorly

The Moon feels. Mercury speaks. Together, they often miss each other. Emotion rises fast—too fast for words. Thought lags behind, unsure, hesitant. The heart floods, the mouth pauses. What’s inside doesn’t always come out. Not the way it was meant. Not how it really feels. So much is lost in translation.

They try to explain. They always try. But something slips each time. Too much or not enough. Too soft, too scattered, too late. And then comes silence. Not chosen, but surrendered to. Because words don’t carry weight right. Because feeling doesn’t wait for form.

People misunderstand. They assume confusion, maybe distance. But there’s no lack of feeling. Only too much, too layered. They replay moments in their mind. What they said. What they meant. What they couldn’t say at all. Regret lingers where speech falters. Connection feels just out of reach.

Still, they keep searching. For better words. Softer ones. Ones that feel like truth. They write, they imagine, they wait. They speak through stories, through symbols. Not everything needs to be exact. Some feelings are meant to echo. Not explain, just resonate. They learn to live with that.

The dissonance never fully disappears. But it softens, becomes familiar. A quiet rhythm in the background. Not broken—just different. A slow way of speaking. A deep way of feeling. And when they do speak clearly, it lands heavy, honest, whole. Like the Moon speaking through Mercury.