A short snippet, by me. 🙂
When the moon came down to Earth, no one was looking.
The world was silent, asleep. No one was blinking. No one was breathing, just living, and no one saw the moon begin to fall.
It came down in drops, like rain but not. In showers and falls and storms. But not really all like that, because the moon, it seems, is not like the sun. The moon is gentle while the sun is scalding.
When the moon came down to Earth, all was silent.
A pool of tears, it spilled upon the ground in silvery puddles.
No one really noticed. No one saw the big fat tears fall out of the dark velvety sky. Only the moon and the moon alone. Not a single star. Not a single soul.
When the moon came down to Earth,
You died a bit inside.
(not my photo)
Thoughts? Ideas? Remarks? Concerns? Tips? If so, please comment! We haven’t received any comments lately (actually, ever) and I’d love to hear what you think!
I don’t really know what this story is about yet. I might make it a poem in prose, but we’ll see. The formatting may change. It’s really up in the air right now.