So, as life has been carrying me in a semi elliptical pattern, I find that I am a part of an unknown orbit.
As the one I love stays perpetually out of reach. I slowly orbit around, seeing that which I so yearn for. I'm the moon, and she is the earth.
The moon never touches the earth, and yet it still effects the daily actions of the thing which it slowly orbits. The earth sits quietly out if reach, beauty unparalleled, and the moon still rotates in orbit.
If the moon were to ever touch the earth, devastation would ensue. I'm unafraid of this devastation, but the earth shys away as gravity is uncontrollable, and ever present.
So, until the earth swallows it's fear, and reaches out, and touches the moon, orbital action is the only response.
I am the moon, and I offer this plea. Please swallow your fears, dear earth, and let the moon reach out and touch you.
The devastation that may ensue can be rebuilt, and remade. Just please allow me to touch you, and then we can embrace the worst that happens, together.
