what i remember is something completely different than how i lived throught it. the years between then and now and what i have done have changed how i see it. maybe because i am a different person now is changing how i feel about it. but i want to know whether you think about me like i think of you. because the one thing that has not changed is that one fact... that i think about you every now and again...
Moon
Full, orange, hanging low in the sky - The moon glows against thin, dark clouds in the night sky. The man on the moon staring, glowing, calmly over the earth, Watching the ever-changing course of earthly life, Lighting up the sky iridescently, bright. The moon pales as it rises in the sky, pearly white, The thin clouds unable to contain the moon's shimmering light - They stretch across the sky like crooked fingers. Trees stand like dark beings, almost possessed in an occasional wind - Sometimes illuminated by lamps or moonlight, dimly lit Branches stretch out crookedly toward the sky, trying to touch the stars. A night alive with spirits of the dark.
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