Is it just another night?
The moon is just above my head, partly faded with cirrostratus. Yeah, cirrostratus, I like being particular with clouds. The town is still but my neighbour's dog is growling in its own concern. I can smell the night blooming jasmines, winter is certainly near. The swooshing sound of load trucks is making me long for places I have never been. The skyline is misted with sadness. Is the world really sad or is it just me trying to sugarcoat my grief by blaming it on the world?
I feel the little crooked pieces of ache that I have been carrying are slowly healing. Well, it's never about the perpetual existence of infinities, it's about how we deal with our dimming individualities. It is about the little treads we choose after we have slipped from our ways, from our faith. Life truly means no harm to us. We are all here to live, in some way or the other. there is no one to judge here, but the moon.
For a fact I know, moon and I, we are already in love.
-Pahi.
