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The light of the moon continues through the years
The darkness of your tears,
The moon will guide you through the night,
Only ending it’s blissful blight.
The first time she’s able to look at the stars up in the dark sky is when she’s four. She hadn’t given the stars, constellations, or any other celestial bodies any other thought at the time. Maybe she should’ve had.
But many, many, years and numbers later, she’ll regret never treasuring the night sky enough. However, that is in the future. Not now.
It still doesn’t change the fact that right now, right here, the moon is bright. It shines it’s light through the window of her shared room, glistening with such beauty that it makes her eyes fill with wonder and curiosity. As she gets up from her bed to look closer, a loud creaky nose of the wooden floorboards is suddenly heard. She freezes, almost instantly.
She knows, knows, this is illogical of all things. Staying up at night could get her punished, and another scolding session with that woman wouldn’t do her head any good.
Yet she still does it anyway. After all, curiosity is the first step of humanity to developing. Who knows? Maybe she’d find a discovery or something in the moon.
(she’ll ignore that illogically fantastic thought.)
As she gets closer to the window, she makes the observation that it’s bigger than her by ten million meters.
(it’s not like she’s salty about it or anything.)
That woman only moved her in this room just earlier, and the window in her old room wasn’t that big. She starts realizing something she miscalculated on though when she first went closer to it,
` Im too small to reach that, `
With an annoyed groan, she grabs the nearest wooden chair available, which was in the third floor attic. Amazing.
(Which was ten million percent unnecessary. Why did it need to be so far away? She’s pretty sure that the kitchen has some, but unfortunately that woman was still awake.)
As she finally gets to see the glowing, radiant moon, the only thought she has is,
` I want to go there. `
(Many years and numbers later, she stands in the observatory. The sky glows alongside the stars and moon, brighter than she remembers seeing it. The stars aren’t aligned correctly, yet the moon is still where she remembers it once was.)