moonlight
stars are the only things shooting
it took me a while to understand what the fuss was all about at night. I didn’t see anything special about the moon nor the stars, to me they were just there, just without a purpose– like a thousand creepy eyes staring at me. but everything changed, I saw the moon calling to the waters to rise and give praise to light. I saw the stars playing, calling out to mother moon shouting its noon. I was sitting at the river bank, and as I stared at my broken reflection on the soft waters, mine was crying– letting out soft sobs. I could feel it saying silently, “I am free, I now know what the moon has been trying to tell me.” suddenly a heavy weight lifted and since then I sought the moon wherever it may be, that it may once again free me.
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