The Words Of The Moon (S1)

19. Homesick

It was so hard for us ...
To missing our big souls ...
Missing the promise which was given before the beginning of our life ...
Missing forgotten days ...
Missing someone who doesn't exist ...
Missing something which isn't seen ...

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That was the night and I missed something ...
Everything was there but ... I missed it

The childhood days that ended with great and out of reach thoughts and adulthood days that passed childishly and impossible

Missed the moments before the time when something should have been said but not said ... and the words that were said but couldn't be taken back

Like missing in attractive family parties, when the heart wanted special people to be with them, but they weren't there ...
And missing in mixed and free parties, when there is a torment of conscience for something that we called "family"

Like the dream of freedom at work ... and the dream of work at freedom

Like trying to wake up at night at the height of fatigue and regret for sleep on nights that were longer than the days

Like the interest in different colors in the box of colored pencils except black ... and the black and white design that was never colored after that

Missing for innocence that is no longer like a childhood ...

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I said that I missed
But now my crying isn't for missing
It's for a sound that when I hear it again, it destroyed all of my missing

Like a syringe that containing sedatives ...
The injection was painful, but it made me so tired, even though I wanted to stay awake and listen to it, my tears were falling from my closed eyes and it invited me to sleep more

Like an old man who saw his beloved child walking for the first time, when the child, even though she falls in the middle of the road, runs towards him happily, or when he sees that the child tries to speak many times ... maybe he wasn't the first addressee, but her voice was so pleasant and beautiful that jealousy had no place in this relationship ...

All this sweetness was out of my mind
It reminded me of someone who
I had no memory of her ...
Who were you a relic of ...?! That I laugh with her memory only when I see and hear you and cry in my laughter ... in her absence and my missing ... and I forget how I lived my life before you !?

I was too weak and exhausted to understand your pure and innocent love ...
And I wasn't in control when I felt it
I just wanted to get rid of all my pain by screaming ...

What I saw behind those pictures was not simple
It was a cold sea that in addition to its simplicity and repetition, invited the insane to drown at night

That was the nature of it ... although it was cold, but when I stayed in it, it warmed me so much that I couldn't get out of it anymore ...

The sea was a beautiful trick ...
Especially when the sea became a mirror for me to show the sky of night and the moon and the stars, it was there that I became a child ... just swam all night to catch the stars and reach the moon, playing in the sea with their pictures and I forgot who my missing was for and how it was resolved ...

Did you know that you inherited the sea from her?
Be unknown and scary as like as her ... emotional on the inside as like as her ... and ordinary on the outside as like as her ...

The only difference between you and her was that she was a perfect goddess and you were a mixture of goddess and human

Maybe that's why you described my human existence to me more easily than she

Maybe that's why I appreciated her more than before when you entered my world

Here there isn't anyone to describe the moon and all of them just say :
"It's wonderful and cause of this We love it"

I need someone to tell me a story about The Purple Moon in Winter ...
I need the hands of my moon ...
I have been drowning in the storm for a long time again

"It seemed She needed Winter to close the windows and not be able to see the moon and stars

Maybe she will miss this more and her senses will return to normal

She can open the window to see but she can't stay there for a long time because of the cold weather and if she wants to see, she loses control her day and night

And if a small cloud causes the star and the moon to be unknown she's going to get nervous and destroy all of things, even if those miserable clouds aren't to blame, and that's their nature"

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Why do we missed our soul?

Who can tell a short story about moon? Tell your feelings about moon

What's your real reasons to love the moon?

Purple u💜