Cool wind, smelling of eucalyptus and jasmine, blows as I observe in awe the craters on moon again. I am not lunatic; I have fair idea that I am not the only lonely lover doing this. Nor will I be the last. As long as there will be love on this planet, people will often carry broken hearts in their back-pockets, gift-wrapped. Never opened because they were not precious enough. I am just one of unfortunate them.
These visuals are hypnotizing. And if you are someone like me who have an eye for detail, and a patch of dreamy clouds always circling around your head, this satellite can be bewitching, so much that I bet you can taste its regolith.
Licking my drying lips as I keep admiring this barren glowing ball in the sky, I push away any overpowering unsolicited thoughts of you before they threaten to take-over again. Moon does not have enough gravity, but then why it is pulling me at it. So strongly that I feel if I let go just once, I will start drifting toward it. And maybe soon, if I am not hit by some space debris, when next I will open my eyes, my mouth will be stuffed with regolith, and heart with I do not know what, but something much better than this hollowness.
Maybe then I will finally feel home.
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