5 days….

How amazing that in a single instance can change so much. In one moment of bliss, I found myself in a whirlwind of emotions and in the 5 magical days that followed, I found myself on the moon numerous times. The moon is beautiful. But it is solitary. It is peace. And yet it is war. The moon is a symbol. I found myself there.

Now the five days have passed and that chapter has been closed. The cars pass by so fast and only once in awhile do they not pass and we are left with an omnipresent sense of peace. It is during that time that we must grab the moment and never let it go. But the moment will go eventually. Such is the nature of things.

The cars are passing by now. They are moving with a speed so fast, that I am compelled to move with them. But secretly I long for the peace. Secretly I long for the moon. But these seemingly endless longings will pass and life will move on. The vital thing is for one to live and not at death realize that you had infact not lived.

They say there is no life on the moon, but I found more life there than on the earth.