THE HUMAN MOON

He was a creature of the dim,
a being of shadows, a man whose light was a mere flicker, a feeble glow. He was not meant for the blinding sun, the clamorous day. His nature was nocturnal, his essence, the quietude of the night. He was a moon, a pale satellite, orbiting a brighter star. Yet, in his own, modest way, he illuminated the darkness, offered a gentle guidance, a silent comfort. He was a necessary evil, a quiet necessity, a being whose limitations were as much a part of him as his existence.




You dont have to be the sun to shine.