As she collected and collected…
And then collected some more. She collected to adore and all the things she cared for. “To adore? If I have all the things I could ask for then why this emptiness in my soul?” she asked the moon as she was laying down ashore.
The moon was red.
No.
The moon was crimson and so was she. She felt blue just like the sea. She wasn’t sad but just empty. And just like that began the storm. Thunder and rain heavier than her soul.
“What do I do? Where do I go?”she asked the moon.
The moon disappeared from the sky and appeared on earth. She watched the moon as moon gave birth. A divine human form appeared from the sky. He took her from the storm and showed her what it was to fly.
“What’s this I feel? Why do I feel so protected?”she asked the moon.
It was love she felt. And it was love she collected.
