Moonless days is what I fear. We have no need of it, but it is still my stout landmark. Days without moon are for me those which have no value, days which murder my imagination for further reasoning. My urge in this life is to see the moon. So simple and so easy, yet very confusing and misleading. For this you need to know that the Moon is my escape, the source of my inspiration to look further and seek for deeper answers.
I imagine the moon as the only place in which I'd be full of joy, not because of the loneliness of the spot, but because of the unique place to contemplate the vast and endless beauty of our universe. Being in this place would just be like standing in a desolate barren perfectly suitable to submerge our consciousness in our thoughts. Still it would be a place perfect for the contemplation of the cosmos, of the millions of stars dwelling in the space, the millions of starts dying and the millions of starts being created at the same time. The possibility of millions of similar worlds to us where two suns set in the sky every day, where several moons dwell every night in the sky, where waterfalls run red, and trees grow silver, and skyscrapers touch the clouds with the tips of their lobbies.
All of this is possible, and most of this is being created, and most of this is being obliterated, and some of this is being enjoyed by their inhabitants.
We are so lucky to enjoy our world, we really are. However, millions of worlds are waiting for our arrival, for us to discover their best hidden beauties, for us to witness their majesty and splendor.
Personally, my soul cannot halt for this moments, and the only thing that satisfies my untamable dreams of experiencing this is our dear moon. It just feels so real to look at it and think you are looking at other galaxies, it senses so extraterrestrial you feel deep inside of you that the future is at our doors, that my dream of traveling to distant worlds is at our gates. It is obviously too far-fetched, but wasn't going to the moon in the first place unconceivable too? Well, for me imagination is not the limit, but our motivation to do things, which in the end is the only thing keeping us away form erasing poverty for example. It all lies on the deepest of our wills, our wishes, which lay beyond the possibility of becoming real in the minds of many, but escape those chains of oppression in the minds of some, desiring to make their imagination's visions realities just existing in front of their eyes.
Mine is to travel to other worlds, and it seems impossible nowadays, yet achievable if we were motivated enough. For you I would like my dream to come true, and for this only I can spread my thoughts, hoping that some who are in the right place at the right time break the chains of oppression and make a reality out of this words.
Today I saw it, white, shining in the twilight as the sun died, so majestic, with its usual craters, shouting to us, screaming for visitors. It's so beautiful, I could stay watching it walk across the night for hours. So perfectly round and shiny, so amazingly real, so insanely close. It is and odd dream, these are bizarre thoughts, I am aware of that. Still I can say they are true and valuable, at least for myself, and I do know we have better things to care about, however, we all have this small room in our head saved for special ideas.
My dear Moon, shall you bright with glory for many ages until we make our dreams true stories, worth telling everyone else.
