Empty sky and the spurious moon.
it’s been quite long that sky is empty. none of moon either stars care to visit for a while, show their face to the surface. the sparks of stars vanished as if blown away by the meteor. people stop looking, they probably yield in the midst of the gloom, that might be undying.
is it going to be forever? there is no light?
walking in blindsight eyes?
falling?
Hope that was forgotten finally found its way to return.
soon after the 1st of June.
the moon shows its light. but people can’t see it unless the damsel that sit alone on the edge of the lake with head filled with the thought to run away, looking up at the sky. her eyes is full of the never ending admiration to the beauty of the moon.
it’s shining, so bright even her hand almost move to grab it.
her hearts pounds so fast, the breath of hers is mess, she can’t oscillate.
her feet feels numb, there is no willingness on her heart to move away.
the moon,
the moon,
can you hear that i call your name?
can we have a night before you disappear again?
from afar, little fairy watch the damsel talk to herself.
the fairy pity her, knowing all she said just only exist on her mind.
hallucinating.
none of moon exist on the sky,
either the light that will never come.
she falls for nothing.
