Rants, Poems and Randomness

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You don't have to be a child to trust in the make believe

"Maybe to me it isn't make believe"

A fantasy in your head will do you no good

"But, correct me if I'm wrong, aren't all good stories just a fantasy in someone's head, at one point?

Are not all the legends and tales of old cleverly conceived ideas twisted and weaved within the imaginations of their authors?"

Legends always hold some amount of truth

Whether it be a drop, taken from the scene of which the legend unfolded from, or a current of rushing, flowing memory that filtered into what we now hold dear

A figment of the mind alone is not a legend, merely a fabrication of what reality is perceived to be through your eyes

"And through my eyes, it is the truth

Why can't the sun kiss the moon? What can be so wrong with that?"

Distance

Distance kills

The sun cannot kiss the moon, for they do not touch, they do not feel, they are nothing more than objects within the sky that provide us light

Just as the sky can't cry, because emotions are unknown to it, it is simply there

"To blades of grass we are nothing but beings who trim them down

Does that make us insignificant? Does that make us an imitation of life?

Because the sun can kiss the moon, for the moon is worth the wait of distance

And the sky can cry tears, when the world becomes too much

The sky can cry its rain

Is that not why trees reach their boughs to the heavens? To comfort even the one who gives them their fare, with the brush of their branches?

The sun can kiss the moon, just as the birds can welcome the morning with their songs

At dawn when the sun and moon share the sky for just a moment

And in that moment, there is nothing but beauty"

So is a sunset just the sun saying goodbye?

"You could say that

I think the sun gets lonely, when the moon falls below the horizon

He tries to catch every ray of moonlight he can before he too drops below the lines of our world

And the sunrise is his greeting, where he can say hello again to his moon"

His moon?

"Why not? Can he not call what is his his own?"

The moon does not belong to anyone

"Their love does, and their love belongs to the sun"

How do you know that?

"I just do

Just as someone can tell the ocean's affection for the land as they kiss their shores with waves and sea foam

Just as the stars dance for the human eyes, twinkling against the darkness and the vastness spreading for infinity, little pinholes of light seeping into our world from another

Just as the sky sends us whispers of hope with the wind

And also sends its tears, at its expense, to nourish our home

Just as the flowers spread their petals to show the Spring and the sky's rain their devotion

Just as all those things, the moon's love is the sun's, and the sun's love is the moon's"

That doesn't make any sense

"It doesn't have to

It only has to be"

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"Who are you speaking to?" Someone asks as they enter my solitude

I look around

I am alone

"No one," I say with a small smile "Just myself"