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Blue Moon Stories

Heal

The beautiful rain went away

Leaving behind clouds grey

I ran and ran and ran and ran…

Abandoning your memories far away.

Until I reached a cliff tall

And I could run no more

All that was left for me was to plunge

And let rest my feet sore.

Suddenly I was flying!

The wind dried away my tears

My eyes began to see clearly again

And the clouds began to disappear.

I looked down and saw you

I understood that you wished to see me fly

And even though it’s your threads that are stuck in my wings

I am at least going to try.

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Speaking of Things

To the hero of your story

I will really start living when I become a published writer…
I will really start living when I get to the Olympics…
I will really start living when I have a baby…
I will really start living when I am 55 kilograms…

Does life really care?
Does death really care?
Does death really care where you are in the story you tell yourself- at the beginning, middle or end?

Your story is only yours to write until the big scriptmasters- accidents and age and sickness and viruses- decide to change the plot.

All you have in your story is only right now.

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Speaking of Things

One Time DSLR

Today, it is eight years since she touched me. Eight years since that wondrous time I had with her in Italy- in sunny Bologna and dreamy Venice and blissful Florence. Eight years since I have been out of this dingy corner of her house. Eight long years of waiting for that touch that never comes. My fate is like that of my many friends after all. I am a one time DSLR, single use.

I am old and tired, anyway. Maybe even outdated. She perhaps has a younger model now who clicks better pictures of her. Makes her happier. Probably with him, she has already been to Rio or even Paris…

My time has come. I can sense it. The dark claws of death are creeping on me to take my light away. This dust and humidity is suffocating my insides. No more shutters and flashes and lights and colours…

Wait, something just happened. What’s this. Did someone just touch me? Yes! It’s her. Oh oh, she is picking me up. My eyes are opening…

A baby! There is a new toddler in the house! And you know what that means, don’t you?

Bye bye death, we will meet again another day. I have plenty of work now.

– One time DSLR no more.