I dream of it, every night, every moment. This moment, when you see the stars, shining in the dark sky, a night of August, after 10 PM, when the sun finally goes to bed. I dream of this feelong of freedom, while feeling so tiny at the same time, compared to how far those stars are, compared to how huge the Sun was today, compared to how huge the Moon is. This Moon is full, bright and sometimes hidden by a few clouds. It feels empowering when you see how it still brings light to you even if a cloud is in front of it.
The loneliness my heart used to feel is wiped away, because the Moon is here with me, it's watching me, listening to me, talking to me. I feel reassured, fullfilled, and emotional. I know I'm not alone, I know that when I feel blinded while walking in this path full of troubles, the Moon is always there to bring light to me, to my troubles.
Whenever I feel euphoric, whenever I feel sad, whenever I feel overwhelmed, I have somebody with me. The magic in this satellite, the magic in how it heals me, the magic in my relation to it feels unnatural, and yet it's here.
I feel connected to it, as much as I feel connected to this planet I step on, I love nature and I love myself. I remain grateful to every planet, every animal, every landscape, every plant for being here and fullfilling my heart with such joy of being here.
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Our last hours
Різне"Our last hours" est un recueil d'écrits de tous genres sur tous types de sujets, à lire avec l'esprit tranquille ! Les textes sont écrits en français ou parfois en anglais. "Our last hours" is a collection of my writings of multiple genres and base...
