juliet nicholle,
Our first conversation
is my own personal mixtape
that keep at the back of my
mind, playing all the time.
{ s i l e n c e }
~
❝ h i . ❞
❝ h e l l o .❞
❝ why are you
s t a r i n g
at the moon? ❞
{ s m i l e s }
❝ you seem awfully
inspired by its
brilliance. ❞
❝ and you seem to
be equally
inquisitive. ❞
{ l a u g h s }
❝ what's so amusing? ❞
❝ you . ❞
❝ i beg your pardon?❞
❝ the moon is just
as fickle as any
young lover,
don't you think? ❞
❝ no . ❞
{ grins }
❝ i'm making a
promise by
its dim light. ❞
❝ how
u n c e r t a i n. ❞
❝don't you
wonder what i'm
wishing for? ❞
❝ no . ❞
{ raises eyebrows }
❝ the moon, she
c h a n g e s
constantly,
don't you think? ❞
❝ just like any of us. ❞
❝ so why
s w e a r
by it? ❞
❝ because i have
faith that she
will listen,
at least.
she owes me that
much, since i sing
to her every day. ❞
{ then she began to hum
melodies, closing her eyes.
and i immediately realized
that she is the moon. }
