I, sometimes,
wake up and I find my world untouched.
It is perfect, you know?
Round and transparent and clean.
It seems so beautiful,
so calm. Filled of many interesting things.
Sometimes,
I see the Moon and it's like my world:
pristine.
The Moon smiles and it smiles back.
She's the Moon, the one who
lights my nights. The one who scares
away the blinding light.
Clouds, what are they?
Condensed and happy, flying
crystals, obscuring the night,
shading the stars.
Why?
I love them, but no.
World is
where my heart will finally
rest.
At last.
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