"Tonight I looked at the moon and I began to cry. Each person in the world has seen it the same way I have--whether to brighten the darkness or as a symbol of slumber. And in this, I wondered why superiority exists when this ever-present moon can serve the same purpose for each soul that sees it."
I dug this up today when I was cleaning off my desk. Remembering back to when I wrote it, I just felt pure bliss. I was in the middle of a really great time and I felt infinite. I had fresh eyes, more curious than ever. I guess happiness will do that to you. Well here I am, a little less than a year later, and all I can say is that I want brand new eyes again. I'm finding a way to have brand new eyes again.
