I just remembered today is Sunday
Questo e la mia entrata nuova per questi lunedi:
[Edit: This isnt exactly "surrealist", more like Prose]
The moon faces the sun and smiles wearily, for another day was over. In her bed chambers she takes off her glasses and stares into the bathroom mirror, contemplating her age-old appearance as if the sudden lighting made her look any better.
I know I am special, she muses contemplatively. In her head the silent vision of the glorious sun whom many beings worshipped reeled in her head as she sighed. Despite being proud of her own self, she was also insecure of her inner qualities, transfiguring it into something that she felt was more of a norm than the usual apparel of swiss cheese and dark shadows.
"It is more of a gothic look," She said aloud, as the sunbeams shone on her silvery hair. "I like looking like that, it gives an aura of mystery which would attract other sattelites..."
She smiled at the memory of Europa that day, when the orbital of Jupitor converged closer to Earth than it had in other centuries. Behind her smile and gothic facade lies something much deeper, though disparingly she refuses to show because secretly in her heart she wishes to hide that wisdom of hers... Escapist, her wisdom cried beneath her stone crust, You cannot hide who you are, it must show eventually...
Ignoring the comment, Luna continued to put on her makeup, and stares down at her glasses scathingly. She doesnt want to be percieved as a nerd by Europa and his many brothers, despite witnessing the rise and fall to more than a few billion organisms from the fertile body contributed by the land and the tides of the ocean and water bodies, knowing that that is something that they cannot witness in the toxic atmosphere of Jupitor. But such is the norm, she consoled as she put on her glasses again, it is a pity that the next star did not have any planets around it and the one which did was so far away, otherwise she could give them a call sometime. She stared at herself through the thick lens and frowned critically.
She puts the glasses down and smiles confidently at the beaming image of herself blindly, then turns and proceeds to walk down the hallway, stumbling across a hatstand on the way.
[Edit: This isnt exactly "surrealist", more like Prose]
The moon faces the sun and smiles wearily, for another day was over. In her bed chambers she takes off her glasses and stares into the bathroom mirror, contemplating her age-old appearance as if the sudden lighting made her look any better.
I know I am special, she muses contemplatively. In her head the silent vision of the glorious sun whom many beings worshipped reeled in her head as she sighed. Despite being proud of her own self, she was also insecure of her inner qualities, transfiguring it into something that she felt was more of a norm than the usual apparel of swiss cheese and dark shadows.
"It is more of a gothic look," She said aloud, as the sunbeams shone on her silvery hair. "I like looking like that, it gives an aura of mystery which would attract other sattelites..."
She smiled at the memory of Europa that day, when the orbital of Jupitor converged closer to Earth than it had in other centuries. Behind her smile and gothic facade lies something much deeper, though disparingly she refuses to show because secretly in her heart she wishes to hide that wisdom of hers... Escapist, her wisdom cried beneath her stone crust, You cannot hide who you are, it must show eventually...
Ignoring the comment, Luna continued to put on her makeup, and stares down at her glasses scathingly. She doesnt want to be percieved as a nerd by Europa and his many brothers, despite witnessing the rise and fall to more than a few billion organisms from the fertile body contributed by the land and the tides of the ocean and water bodies, knowing that that is something that they cannot witness in the toxic atmosphere of Jupitor. But such is the norm, she consoled as she put on her glasses again, it is a pity that the next star did not have any planets around it and the one which did was so far away, otherwise she could give them a call sometime. She stared at herself through the thick lens and frowned critically.
She puts the glasses down and smiles confidently at the beaming image of herself blindly, then turns and proceeds to walk down the hallway, stumbling across a hatstand on the way.