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THE BLOOD MOON
It’s December when the nights are longest and coldest. I’m in my sweater, but it’s still so fucking cold. It’s almost midnight, and just like birds reaching their nests when it gets dark, my feelings reach out for her every night. I can’t sleep, so I go outside. The streets are dark and calm, unlike during the day. Things change when it’s dark. I look at the distant moon, beautiful yet lonely.
I recall the time when I was in love. We were in a long-distance relationship, living in the same country but different cities. From the beginning, I sensed it wasn’t her first time navigating love across miles. She had been in love with the moon since she was a kid. Her affection for the moon was evident everywhere—through her phone, her posts, and the crescent pendant on her neck. She romanticized everything with the moon, making it a silent witness to our love.
I thought we would end up like the moon and the earth, bound to each other. I believed it was eternal, but it wasn’t.
I read in books that the moon is moving away from the earth by 3.5 cm every year. As time passed, I saw our communication fade, much like the moon drifting away. Our conversations were all in blue, and our call history was in red. Everything seemed to fall apart, and I could sense she was moving away from me.
On those late summer evenings, when the moon came early, other kids and I would play outside. We would run across the ground, and I told my friend the moon was running with me. He said, “No, it’s running with me.” We were just kids, too young to know it was an illusion. Similarly, when I was in love, I was foolish enough to think I was the only person she loved. She was far away, and I had no clue.
When I was a child, I became fond of the moon. I would come out at midnight to watch it, and my mother would warn me by telling there will be ghosts in the dark, so I wouldn’t dare to go outside. But when I fell in love, everyone told me it would be beautiful. Maybe it is, but no one warned me that it could cause eternal trauma and unbearable pain.
One night, under the blood moon, the realization hit me hard. The moon, which once symbolized our connection, now mirrored my heartbreak. Its red hue reminded me of the pain, the nights spent longing for her, and the messages left unanswered. She’ll always be my moon, but now she’s a “BLOOD MOON.”
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చీకటీ పడగానే పక్షులు వాటి గూడుని చేరుకున్నట్టుగా నా చెలి ఆలోచనలు నా మదిని చేరుకుంటాయి
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THE SILVER MOON
It was so cold that evening, I couldn't see the sun he covered himself with the clouds as he about to catch cold, and it was like my everyday routine I went to our farm but I got there pretty early that day becoz I got bored at home and I took a walk around the fields to see our newly sown plants and I can feel it's going to be rain so I went back and lay my back a little listening to my favourite album blonde and I fell to sleep
And it was getting dark I can tell without opening my eyes becoz of the frogs croaking and the crickets chirping , my nose stuffed with Petrichor that reached my nostrils before the rain did it's almost like I couldn't breathe reminded me the first time when I met her, I'm allergic to perfumes but as she moving close to me her soft hands held my hand it felt so weird and something like I never used to it coz I have never met a girl before, she is so beautiful , her eyes just like the peacock feather that found in my book I could stare into them for hours and her smile so bright I can see the glitter on her teeth I could even forget my past life trauma in her smile , and her hair flipping onto her face like the waves on the shore , everything of her as she breathing the perfume smell , the smirk on her face when she is talking made me fall in love with her more deeply I could get lost within it
And I can see the dragonflies spinning with joy in the drizzling rain and I can hear the birds cooing that's so soothing to my ears just like time when were walking by the streets my hands over her shoulder pulling close to me and she whispered some of things we spoke on the phone before, and we laughed so hard it's been a while since I laughed like this
And the breeze so fresh coming in waves from the green fields touched my chest it felt like her breath she hugged me before leaving I can feel her warm breath as she exhale i don't wanted to let go of her, if I could I can keep her in my hands forever and the time has passed so quick , I had watch on my wrist but I didn't even looked at it once it just went by like summer holidays in our childhood and I can see the slivered moon, she has to go
And finally I saw the sun narrowly and orange peeking from the clouds as he was about to say goodnight to the moon before he goes, reminded me as she moving far she gave me a peek and waved her hand in the air and I gestured mine by waving hand and watched her going till I can't see her anymore
And the moon is full and clear and it's dark , and I can see the gleaming street lights from my Village, then I got up and headed back home...
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Every day shit, every day shit
Every night shit, every day shit
Every day shit, every day shit
Every day shit, every night shit

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