If and When.

One day I asked my friends, "if one day I travel to the moon, will you come with me ?" and left silently before they could respond. Looking back, I don't regret it, but I often wish they'd have come with me. When I'm with them now, I can see the differences between us - their colours are painted by the Earth; so abstract and alien to me, a moonling.

It's lonely on the Moon, yet so beautiful because of it's mysterious allure - most people think that was the thinking of the past, now technology tells us everything about the mysteries we once wondered about. On Earth, no one feels the wanderlust, no one really wants to leave their security and thrust their minds into space rarely visited.

I'm upset today because many of the invitations to the Moon that I left behind, I turn to find them gone. From the few entries here, my easter-eggs that opened the window to my Moon have been erased, and there is no one left to ask again...