The honesty series
Remember the moon? Remember how it continued to shine despite the darkness crowding it? Remember how we used to dream about going to the moon, drew plans on empty pages, built model rockets out of cardboard? Remember how it was just a race on who could get there first, who could touch it, mark it first? Remember as soon as we left the moon it was forgotten? Yes I remember the moon. I know the moon, all too well. I heard she fell in love with a sea. I heard she missed him in the day, and drew him to her at night. I heard that she kept revolving, desperate to catch a look at every part of him and show him every piece of her. I also heard that his depths were so dark and far that no part of her every reached all of him. She missed him everyday. But you don't really want to talk about the moon or the sea. You want to talk about you and me. All the moon ever was to you was a carefully constructed metaphor. Let's be honest here Often, we spoke plainly in metaphors....