I have late night talks at night with the Moon. He talks to me about the Sun and I talk to him about her. Sadly, no matter how hard he tried, the Moon will never have the Sun, and as such, I will never have her. It is quite a sad metaphor, but it doesn't need to be. Every few times in our lives, the Moon is able to get up to the Sun, may it be for the shortest time ever during an eclipse. At that time, they are finally face to face, and can be together as they always wanted. There is no impossible, for if the Moon can be reunited with the Sun for just an instant, perhaps I can also grasp the one I love for a moment.
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Melancholic, love and a bits of everything
Krótkie OpowiadaniaThis will be a compilation of shorts poems and other little stories that are driven out of my mind. Some may be depressing, happy, confusing or just philosophical. Up to you to feel them.
