Today I flew to the moon, and back again, only to realise the moon was only imaginary. Something I wish for that doesn’t quite exist in reality. Although this might seem like a form of self-deception based on a simple misleading idea, I thoroughly enjoyed the journey.

Looking at stars along the way, I was slowly falling back into the memories of the time when the moon shone most brightly, almost blinding my vision as I convinced myself to divert from it. I did not know if it was right or wrong, but time has caught up since then.

Today the moon shone gently, beckoning, so for once I won’t turn away.
To put it in words would be too much – IGAMCOY. It might only last for a moment, but because moments are what we live for, hasn’t it become so very important?

I flew to the moon, and back again, only to realise the moon was only imaginary. But if one day the moon came and told me that it’s real, I would gladly believe.

And hope it’s here to stay.