my favorite thing about waking up for school is getting a wake up call from the sun. its own shy beams stream and gleam through the empty abyss that is my eyes. i used to dislike the sun for i am a moon woman.
i am so pale, so cold, so empty. at times i find that i am the sun, very blinding is the light. its orange waves caress my face in the morning but high noon is the worst time of the day. i worship the moon yet i respect the sun. their presence enlightens me.
when the deep waves and the enlightened one kiss, art is fulfilled. the emptiness within the moon is misunderstood as selfish. they don't mean it.
the moon has a mind whose thoughts are saturated with sadness, surpassed by the shining sea. for the sea follows the moon but may seek the sun. get lost in the sea of the eyes and get struck by the everlasting underwater moonlight. though i may not be your preference of a sunrising perfection, i deceive you with my moonlit heart and abysmal mind with ocean eyes, deep but empty and rather dark and pointless.
the vividness around me, for i see in color. primary colors bring bliss to my mind and shower my eyes with pleasure. yet who am i? my attraction has barriers yet is suddenly not there. the nature around me gives me an inexplicable euphoria. for a name is a name yet among these flowers i mean nothing and i will die with these flowers. i will blossom as the swan dives and the deer sleep.
simultaneously, i am the wind, but who am i? i make a noise yet i calmly, gracefully live. the spark of my emotions travel and i am surrounded by a fake reality. but on earth nothing is real and in space i feel saturn's rings will carry me home, along with the loudly silent
supernova.
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words by maria socorro belina contreras
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