look at that..

[warped_dreamer]

on the cab ride home, the moon was setting before us. it was, yes, full, with a deep orange tint to it. i was fixated and had half a mind for the cab driver to stop for awhile so i can step out and take a picture. i decided against it, not because i was shy, but because i knew that a pixelated shot of the image was not going to capture what i was seeing. some things are better embedded in memory than on print.

i wished i can share the view with someone other than this stranger who was softly singing along to a cheesy track on the radio, probably hoping that i leave him a decent tip after he drops me off. i wished it was you i can gasp aloud to. i wished it was you who could have seen my jaw drop upon the sight of it, who caught my eyes widening at its soft glare as i stared at its colossal presence in the sky.

my affection for the earth's satellite is something i am not embarrassed of. it is something i speak of and bring up every so often, never mind if i am talking about the same thing. i want to sound the same way about your love, how much it brings me peace and calm. how it reminds me of every beautiful thing there is. i want to speak of your love like a prophet, to tell people how it saves my life, how i have found shelter.

but the moon and you are different.

while i can never rest my cheek against the moon's cold surface, i am comforted by the fact that i have already held you against me and listened to your heart beat.