She inspired me.
perhaps the most amazing thing about Her is the way She views life and nature. i could sit for hours just watching Her beautiful eyes twinkling in the autumn moonlight. the way the moon lights her face and psyche is a miracle in itself.
i am fully convinced that given every chance, She would be outside, staring into that satellite.
when i dream of Her, there is always one recurring image that has lodged itself in my mind. She is always sitting barefoot outside, holding the moon in the sky with Her enchanting gaze. i never talk with Her in my dreams—She is far too busy.
sometimes i imagine Her and atlas sipping tea and talking about literature, each holding up the magnificent bodies of their dreams.
i wanted a change and i wanted a reason. She is and always has been my reason for everything. the subtle pen was birthed out of feelings for Her.
there are times when even the best of us need a small reminder.