in the beginning she was sad. she looked over the vast expanse of emptiness inside her chest and said to herself; "i am sad" so there was light. every corner of her void lit up with the haste of a light switch flicking every bit of shadow outward and revealing all the dark that light could not touch and she saw this darkness that remained still and said to herself; "i am sad" and so came the horizon. a single line that divides drowning and flying often blurred by sunrise and sunset always gazed upon and set as a destination but never quite reached because she never learned how to swim and so she made land. she made contact with her feet walking among the trees that fell her dreams in forests with only her to hear them and she heard them all. calling her either too thin or too thick or too willing or too undecided whether to gasp for air or grasp his hair for more so she became the moon. surveying every shore and valley shining light on those that would dare to look up beyond their own realities and insecurities. but as she looked around herself she saw that the sky was bare so she found her birds. friends that would share the air around her and let her breathe with the wind from their wings lifting her up beyond all that she thought she was and she smiled a crescent moon and became what she forgot she was, beautiful.
when i looked up at the moon i saw no moon i only saw the craters in her heart contrasting the brightness of her soul beautiful. when i landed on the moon i gazed upon the earth and saw a planet and not seven point one billion people not seven point one billion reasons to be disappointed in the advances of new ways we can hurt each other. no, while i was on the moon, as far as i was concerned, out of seven point one billion people living, only one exists; her. she was my moon and i was her's but that was then and this is now and it's time to face present; on the seventh day, god rested on the fourth week, she attested to the proof around her and she saw all and said to herself; "i am glad" and we felt how we felt and we did what we did and it was wonderful and spectacular speaking only in vernacular familiar only to our minds that synchronized speaking words we never spoke and made promises we never swore and we knew how we felt about each other. it was beautiful. we were beautiful. but that was then and this is now. we built too high too soon giving each other all the bricks that composed the walls of our broken hearts and so the tower of babel collapsed and we spoke in different tongues left trying to guess what every gesture and word could possibly mean and i was desperate. she looked at me and said; "i am scared" and so we became what we used to be in the time when we felt no doubt about each other because we didn't know one another back then we became strangers. passing each other in crowded hallways trying to avoid each other's existence and in the test of togetherness we dropped from a perfect score of one hundred to zero. we sank in the ocean we made of our melted selves and she took the last lifeboat to the horizon and left me gasping for the air that used to be between our lips shivering in the cold of the lack of her embrace. but i know how to swim. i reached the shore. looking for shelter i found that every door that leads to her has locks with her name on them and for the life of me i could not remember the combination or if she even gave it to me. so i built my own house. it's crooked leans a bit to the left with four walls, a roof, a floor and a door that i'm leaving open. you don't have to knock or find a key feel free come in again. and if ever you don't i'm not staying here i'm not giving up. i'll go out and for the first time in five years i'll knock on your door first. i'll ask if i can come in, i'll reintroduce myself and ask permission to know you again. and i hope that when we meet once more, you'll say to yourself; "i am glad."
to the friend that refused to accept these three pages that i hastily ripped off, thank you.