As I look towards the moon…I feel a sudden irresistible urge…to feel it, to embrace it, to be able to lean over it…

Those twinkling stars soothe me, attract me and make my soul shine a little brighter…

I stand still…staring at the moonlit sky, sometimes counting the stars, sometimes making some shape out of them….but never letting my gaze shift downwards….I feel lost..yet my soul is at peace…as if I’ve just found my ikigai…

Sometimes…I wish I could be a star..and then I wonder what it would feel like to be one…to be hung up high in the sky…with millions of other stars….to be so close to the moon…to twinkle…..

Would it still heal my soul….would I still be mesmerized by that twinkle…would I still want to be a part of that crazy shape I had made out of them…would I still want to lean on the moon…would I still want to capture a shooting star…

Would I still want to be a star of someone’s luck….

Would I still dote on that sight, I wonder, once I become a part of it….

Maybe it’s only the sight that I desire…Maybe just admiring it is all I need….Maybe this desire to feel the moon gives it a closure…Maybe it’s the urge to feel this desire that cures my heart…Maybe it’s destined to be incomplete…

Maybe that’s why it’s beautiful….

Maybe that’s why it’s pure……