When I was finally standing on the moon’s smoothest surface, its gravity started to disappear. And somewhere in between my conscience was entangled in the persuasion of a star that for sure, looked closer from up there. I walked around the entire equator several times with the night sky in my eyes and the star in my mind.
Never did I feel the need for oxygen, ‘coz every time I looked up, the star took my breath away anyway. Never did I want anyone to talk to, ‘coz then I would have to listen to what they had to say. Never did I want anything more than nothing, ‘coz everything I needed was in front of my eyes. I wasn’t afraid if I would fall down, ‘coz then, maybe I’d be another star in the skies. Never did I try not to get lost, ‘coz I knew that I didn’t want to be found by anyone but the star.
I’m hanging from a faint mnemonic vapor trail of the fall. Now that the gravity has entirely disappeared, the moon’s leisurely falling down on earth, the vision’s blurred. The star’s brightness resides inside of me, more intense than anything, inspiring me to stay far from who I thought I was, closer to who I really am. But a splinter of stardust also lies in me. I can simply dwell into reality and let go of it. If I do, I can land safely for it is the only weight I carry.
very good :)
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