Life is just like fruit.

Moon whispered to the sun in near silent reverie. “I wish you were closer. I wish I could be closer to you. I lose you all the time. I feel like it’s forever. Just a part of me is graced with your light. I’m so hot yet so very cold and I’m nothing like those closer to you. Why was I pushed so very far from you? Other planets, moons and some stars must feel the same. There has to be a way for me to be closer to you. I’m your slave and at your mercy. I’m only teased with your affection. The Sun probably doesn’t even know I’m here. Ah to be like Mars and be so close. To feel so much more than just me, a little moon.”     Sadness gripped the moon. An eternity without being noticed by the brilliantly blazing gas giant felt like Moons creation meant nothing. Yes, Moon had stars, had the earth but Moon wanted so desperately to feel the Suns presence like those before it. At times Moon laid in complete darkness and cold. During this period it felt especially alone. Much time had pas...

The land of dreary where nothingness looms. The trees sag, arc and bend bound for the ground. Sound seems muffled, stale deeply tainted forevermore. There is no wafting fragrant effulgence. The grass just isn't quite green. All the stones carry the burdens marked by sadness. Flowers here are watered with tears. The paths are worn by heavy-hearted feet. Birds don't sing happy songs here if they sing at all. Their ballads sound of forlorn days demised. Distant fathomless clouds swell and fill. Then dump their contents on faces who aren't content. Although, we dress to impress here there is no one to delight. Countless unimpressed faces, some full of fright. Once the day falls into shadows and the night creeps upon this place; many of the faces disappear then stillness fills the space. No whispers of voices tender and sweet. There are no moments of boundless embrace. No feelings are burgeoning with grace. Days and nights cycle through again and again. Yet and still, one thing...