From the eyes of a child, the stars are nothing more than candles in a church. The moon itself is just a large light bulb until the child realizes the universe. I realized it in the middle of one night when dreaming of Mara I woke up. I remember the light of the full moon transforming the landscape into horrible forms twisting reality. I remember walking to her house trough perfect silence hearing only my thoughts and my steps, and my teeth chewing a candy. The more I gazed at the stars, the more I fell in love. She was my true love and I was to her exactly nothing. Yes, love’s like that. Cuts deep into your brain and makes you stupid. Still… I fancied those creepy shapes existing between me and her (house) – gray forms of moon’s super-realism escorting me on my nightly escapades. If I’d only knew back then the Perseus and Andromeda’s love story I might’ve followed their ancestral light to Mara’s lips and touched them with my own. After a while I suspected the Infinite of jealousy. It wanted me dead by day and alive by night: to observe the moon’s light creating another reality or another form of affection.
Being alive was beginning to make sense.
The Beast in the Space
Shut up. Shut up. There’s nobody here.
If you think you hear somebody knocking
On the other side of the words, pay
No attention. It will be only
The great creature that thumps its tail
On silence on the other side.
If you do not even hear that
I’ll give the beast a quick skelp
And through Art you’ll hear it yelp.
In the quietest moments I swear I could hear my dreams talking to each other – dreams hidden so deep in my mind, not even my paralyzing sleep can’t create. Nights with full moon will add new characters, and actions to my solitary love story will satisfy my amour with shadows filling vacant brain parts with these non-existent life forms. If I’m desperate enough, and I believe I am, I can see vivid colors and by the time the sun is up I’ll be dead asleep for another night.
It’s already too late not to waste away a normal life.