I don't quite know what is it about the moon that keeps me mesmerized. She is a beauty, an almost perfect creation that can brighten the night sky even in the absence of stars. She lights up the dark so gently with grace. There's something special I love about the moon. You see, my study table is right beside the windows. I get bored and tired easily but working at night with the moon seems more bearable. I feel like she's a friend of mine, staring back at me, waiting for me no matter how long I take to work and I can almost hear her whispering to me, telling me to not give up. I admire her determination to shine. She has no choice but to remain at that position even when she's being blocked by the clouds but she never gives up. And when she can't be in control she'll choose a new path. She would rise above the thick layer of clouds and continues to shine. I know she'll be able to make her way out. Just as I type this, she's being covered and I couldn't find her. I waited and waited and knew she would be fine. And now there she is, rising even higher above the clouds, looking brighter than ever. She understands what it feels like to be human. She might seem lonely but she never allowed that to take her down. She is cratered with imperfections but that's what make her perfect. She never asks for more and she takes none. She's a beauty that is irreplaceable.
She's always there.
And that's what I need.
Someone to be always there.
I could stare at the moon and wonder forever.
