Tears of the moon°°°

 

We are connected by a cosmic flow of intergalactic energy. A feeling deeper than even blood. Maybe that was why she cried when I pinched myself.

Stargazing, exchanging words with the mother, my inquisition growing with each word. I was compelled to ask more, But I was warned not to make mother cry.

Its amazing how her tears give way to new stars, her pain so full of misery, but we have found a name for it, constellations.

The flow of nameless energy emanating from God knows were with its power to bind all. But there was still a problem of disconnect.

Whispers traveling down a path which explains the theory of in depth irregularities in the space and time. I chose to know what.

Forbidden whispers against all laws, I was warned again, my journey provoked more tears, why mother do you cry when all I crave are answers.

I threatened to leave but she held tight. This time with a look of determination. Her grasp a pull of gravity unbreakable by even the laws of physics.

Maybe there is more to it than I thought. She said, ‘somethings are best left untouched and unknown’. I would have forged on, but she denied me my wish. Leaving me to wonder the true ploy of the moon.

M¿ster¿***