moon

tonight was one of those when a full moon is alone in the sky 

at first, there wasn't any cloud. the single moon herself lightened the sky alone, reflecting to the whole sea under her, making it look as beautiful as if ... i don't even know what to compare it to, since this would be the metaphor

she was shining so bright that my eyes were burnt as if i were looking at the sun, my room let her light in and you could see everything under her cold but charming light.

then, a few clouds passed beneath her, but her brilliance pierced all of them, creating a spectacular display of different color tones, making each scene that passed every second worth to be watched.

sometimes, life displays such things like this one, where you cannot stop staring at something so beautiful, like a sunset; it changes every single second, like when a tree is changing it's leaves' colors through a new station... that's when you wonder if it is life that simulates art or art that simulates life. 

i don't really know, but i think that there's so much beauty around us, all the time, constantly changing and so so delightful, every single stage of it, every milisecond, that if we were able to percieve it all, emotions wouldn't exist. i think it would be too thrilling and amusing, so filling to be able to absorb all that beauty that we wouldn't be able to feel emptiness ever again

idk if someone will undertand this, but i wanted to share this story of the moon and this thought with you or only to remember it myself at times.