I look out across the sky.
I see the sun shine late day.
Not far is the moon faintly dazed in the sky.
I raise my arm and try to touch the moon.
I trace the moon with my pointer finger.
Circling it around in full circle.
Then zillion times more.
I traced it so many times, I lost count.
By the nth circle, I saw nothing but the moon.
I didn't scratch it, nor did I smear it.
Seamless and untouched by my finger.
I though if I were to imprint my feet on the little miniature planet.
Maybe I would be able to turn the page to my next life.
I thought.
Or I so thought ever so much.
I thought countlessly.
Consciously or mindlessly or unknowingly.
I can maybe send a farewell message to yesterday.
That farewell goodbye hasn't been decided.
Yet, I thought, maybe I am ready for it.
I will soon decide.
Not now, but soon.
Not too soon, but soon...
Till then, I'll continue to trace my fingers on the surface of the moon from afar.
At a distance, till I decide...
