Yesterday The Moon Spoke To Me

Real Love and Tragic Destiny

"Dear diary," I wrote on another page of my leather journal, "tonight I heard Moon's story. Who knew the one who sits in the sky in silence, listening to every human, has so much to tell. After all, the greatest stories are never really narrated. Maybe it is because words can't describe the feeling and the tragedy. You can only see these stories flourish and try to feel them inside you. I think it's beautiful how Moon dies every night to let Sun breath. I think its real love how Moon shines using Sun's light and Sun never really asks for anything in return."