It’s never been easy to be; and it’s never been easy to draw a being’s character portrait of self, as life is a hidden statement of facts, barely awaiting any curiosity zealots to walk into it’s tender creases.
The Moon has been a source of inspiration for many adventurers hoping to catch a glimpse of its secrecy, knowing little of nothing about our “Lady” of the night’s darkest secret…
You see, the Moon is dead; cold, passionless, dusty and ever content to be dragged around in the same endless cicless of utter dependence upon its captors.
At a decent distance from Earth, far enough to cause no further tidalness, but close enough to fancy periodic outbursts of its sinisterness, crowning itself with the Sun’s gloriuos aura of light, in steady attempts to eclipse life, if it can’t have it anyway…
Usurping every night our crave for light, basking in our pathetic Stockholm syndrome, accepting adoration, sighs and poems from troubadours estranged, alone with their darkened daydreams of love…
“Dead” enough to never shine the fadest glimpse of self, alas alive enough to shamelessly wave back to every moron worshipping its hijacked “personality”…
Many are it’s lookalikes…
Moonlikes…
Wannabe impostors of any light available to be reflected as their own, happy to be loved, praised, or at least barked at; pathetic echo chambers repeating any sound until buried in silence…
One place though, shall forever be left to prove their utter falsness… The nothingness behind their faded, never changing pale brightness, the cold-dark side of their idle stillness.
In the light of others, these are but lightless shadows forever dragging themselves back into the darkness which spawned them.
You see, true flames, however small and feeble, don’t seem to cast shadows; regardless of the glory of the greater light in which they may be privileged to enter.
Do look behind…
See a shadow?
Bow then your miserable, flameless moonlike existence onto the lowest place true light may show you, and await there until your bared, dark side shall come alight to see its shadow’s last, regretless, long departure…
THEORETICAL PHILOSOPHY 
One question: What is Stockholm syndrome?
The way I see it, the moon may be dead, but it’s a reflection of the Sun. Without the moon, how can I see fireflies. Without the moon, how can I play shadow games and making up stories what I see in the dark. Without the moon, the nocturnal animals and plants will not survive. There is so much beauty in the moon.
I do enjoyed reading this post.
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Stockholm syndrome is a prolonged post-traumatic stress induced, abnormal psycho-emotional attachment of a victim to its captor.
Yes, I hear all that, but it’s still dead…:-D
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Thank you. I agree with you there, it’s a dead planet. 😛
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Anything about my question re your Clan?:-D
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Oh Rom, this is so beautiful, convicting and inspiring that I can’t help but cry.
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Dear Rene, your honesty and kind sensibility are truly moving…
Thank you.
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