Neverending Journey

The moon disappeared. Observing her and the reasons that shaped me, gave me an incurable sageness.

I cannot see her surface anymore; those bed-like depressions. She had an oppresive, enchanting aura that fascinated my loneliness.

I thought I could be like my dearly moon, but the sun never set again.

There's not much else to eat than bones by now. Afraid I no longer have a choice, I embrace a divine journey.

I realize this deceiving torment is bringing shelter and comfort to my miserable solitude. I'll keep warm here.