The Moon's Secret Diary

THE MOON’S SECRET DIARY I am intrigued by them, the ones who call me the moon. Who are they? the inhabitants of my imaginative world? or am I a part of theirs? some eccentric children of the cosmos? I watch the earth all the time, she, the calm creature that sustains the whimsical objects, they, who are searching for the unsearchable. they, who have never existed in harmony. I find them amusing, the ones who are unaware of their insignificance. they, who do nothing but run behind the truth, little do they know that they are an unwoven lie. I remember what I said, are they some eccentric children of the cosmos? I asked the universe to be my valentine, and we met in a blackhole for a tryst. Are they your children? I asked “No, they are my siblings.” she confessed.