Witnessing someone else lose someone is difficult. Watching others suffer is difficult. Knowing you'll never understand is difficult. As I look through the telescope, I could never get a real grasp of the actual scale of things. I don't know how far away the sun really is, and I'll never grasp it in my mind even if we know the distance, even if I were to travel it myself.
Everything has a distance from everything else. There is a certain immeasurable distance between everything. Distance can be divided, and divided, and divided into smaller and smaller parts infinitely. I wonder how far we have named measurements. (Note that I probably know and have just forgotten)
I will always have a certain distance between people. Friends and family. I'm not sure if it's the way I was brought up, if it's just how I am, or if it's some undiagnosed disorder, but I am not supposed to be here. I don't belong. I'm looking through the telescope and observing the planets as they orbit. I should not be interacting with people.
I struggle to form connections. I struggle to understand the scale of people's emotions. Time and time again I have proven the telescope is further than I think it is.
But maybe it goes both ways. Maybe this is how everyone feels. Maybe I'm in my own orbit. (Note that everything orbits something)
I reflect the telescope's light back on myself, and see someone who is desperately searching through the lens to grasp at any form of connection I can find. I yearn for connection, and maybe that's just the thing that makes me belong.
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A Moons View of the Earth (There's More Than One Side of the Moon)
Non-FictionA moon is covered in craters. A moon will never have light on all sides. A moon is often overshadowed. A moon is not a planet. A moon will always orbit a planet. A moon isn't worth anything. A moon isn't even worth naming. A moon didn't get to choos...
