A Letter To The Moon

|| lunetta (italian.) : little moon ||

Dearest Luna,

I'm writing this letter to you and though I might seem like a tiny voice whispering from the depths of the universe, but I matter. At least, I think I do. And you matter to me so, so much, Luna, you don't even know. You touch my soul and open my heart to new horizons. I am in love with you. You're my best friend, do you know that? You give me company when I have none.

Looking at you makes me forget reality, Lunetta. You're like the colourfulness of a rainbow matched with the shine of a crystal sphere. A cute fairy ball in a buzzing circus. An enchanting butterfly fluttering on a magic vine. An attractive fluffy white cherry. A magic silver balloon covered in lace wings swinging by a thin thread. I could go on and on, you know. It's how much I am in awe of you.

One the days when you're neither full nor empty, I relate to you the most. You are light and darkness at the same time, and I love that about you. Sometimes you're wholly light, sometimes you're completely dark. That's how I am too, Luna, I have both light and dark inside of me and I've learnt how to accept that.

Do you watch over me, Luna, like I watch over you? Do you creep into our beds and steal away our nightmares when we sleep? Is that why none of us remember our dreams?

Somedays I wish I could I could jump from my window and row straight to you on the clouds, using the stars as guidance. It's the distance between us that's blocking me. I'd have been there much much sooner, climbed onto you and pulled you into an embrace. I'd have adapted with you, sitting on your crescent and making a castle, a home out of it. We could have been together if it wasn't for the vast space between us.

Some people call space emptiness, do you think so as well? Well, I disagree. I think the sky and space is full of amazing things. Space is nothing short of paradise for me. The space is a wonderful neighbourhood. Comets, planets, pieces of dust, every atom in the universe. Maybe some of those atoms existed as humans before! The law of conservation states that atoms can neither be created nor destroyed. So maybe they just revolve around the universe over and over again, who knows? All I know is that I have a part of the universe in me and the universe has got a part of me. It makes me feel like I truly belong.  Or maybe I just pretend. I guess it works either way.

I am obsessed with you, Lunetta. I take pictures of you and keep them in a closed box, and I keep quotes and lyrics there too. It's my special case. I'd show it to you too, if I could meet you. You're indescribable. Glowing on and on and on infinitely. You overflow with zeal and brilliance. Full of hidden mischief and elegant illusions and messy adventures. Like little pieces of optimism and hope and dreams are just sprinkled over you.

Science says time doesn't exist so maybe the moment humankind set foot on you overlaps with the minute I'm writing this and all the moments I've spent staring at you. Isn't that sweet, Luna?

And isn't it brilliant that nighttime is the natural state of the Earth? We earthlings only have the daytime because the sun comes in our way, lighting up the world. Maybe that's why I feel so comfortable around you, Luna.

I want to ask you, why do you revolve around the Earth? Why not the sun, who dies every night to keep you alive? Your darling Earth sure seems to have no problem revolving around her. What do you see in the Earth that we don't?

You're radiant, Luna. You breakthrough with all that pizzazz and a zen glow and I wish I could be like you someday. Bless me, Luna. Tell me I will. You're like a silver locket clad with lace, shattering at every turn, at every night, where you first lose a piece of yourself slowly and build it up all over again. I admire you for never giving up on yourself, Luna. I've learnt to do the same.

I see my reflection in you, Lunetta. I know that we'd have had much fun together. You could have taken away my anxiety and stretched my spirit to vastness. You could have touched the sadness away. But you know what? I'm learning to grow along my sadness. It doesn't make me less less complete anymore. You could have comforted me so well. You do, actually. We could have rode in all the directions in ultimate weather, fuelled by desire. We could have explored culture and collected antiques and told stories to each other in raspy voices. We could have travelled across the universe and made memories. Listened to junk radio and thrown playful parties in beautiful gardens. Admired flowers and slept in peace. Danced along to the stars. Collected the mystery of the universe and put it into an envelope.

I see in you life and hope and faith and belief. I see in you kindness and friendship, fire and imagination. I see in you peace spiralling in all directions. I see in you harmony, wisdom, grace, vibrancy. I see in you liveliness, tranquility, miracles. I see visions and motivation and fragile promises. I see the innocence, the future, the possibilities. You're always like a puzzle in action, a surprise about to be revealed, a gift about to be opened. A slight whisper, a mild colour, a moment of ecstasy. I see in you a chest full of abstract magic.

On days when I just cannot take it, I drive past the towering buildings to the bridge and sit there for an hour, watching you. It makes my feel less lonely and more complete. Teach me how to be, Luna. Teach me. I'll learn all the secrets of the universe and keep them within me if you teach me.

I want success, Luna. I want determination and motivation and a promise of a better future. I want tranquility, I want to be alive in the truest sense possible. Someday, I hope I shine just as bright as you. Someday, I want to bloom with harmony and be brave and wise and quirky. Someday, I'll laugh, grow, find balance. I want to believe in miracles and I want to be just as vibrant as you are. I want to be independent and grace, ecstatic and powerful. Someday, I believe I will be. Someday, I hope I'll reach you. Someday I'll hope I reach your height, up to you, not with cloud boats, but with the amount amount of work I do. Someday, I'll be there with you.

But till then, these words will have to do. Thank you, Luna, for being an inspiration.

Your Admirer,
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