Blue Paris

The mystery of the moon is intriguing. She sits up in the blue canvas all day, waiting for her turn to exist. She appears only after the magnificence of the sun out shines her. Yet she fights for the right to be seen.

The moon is small and forgotten. She's held on the side of the earth surrounded by planets twice the size of her. The milky way galaxy engulfs the sad sphere of matter. She doesn't matter to him and he gladly swallows luna.

How many forget about the glorious glow that escapes her. How many people are caught up in the next ride to the top of their so called "high". To many pedestrians focusing on the asphalt under their torn up souls.

Yet,imagine life without the moon. She controls the vas expanse of water, and allows him to freely explore his capabilities.

How many young lustful teenagers enjoy their saturday night caffeine filled kisses beneath her expecting gaze. As more unsuspecting victims await her appearance each night.

But even with all of the forgetful people she expands her beauty. She's not worried that no one is talking too her, or that no one is having a love affaire with her. She is strong. She is here for herself.

But isn't it funny how the moon needs the sun to shine.

Just as Paris needs her writer's to survive.

So I take on her characteristics as I explore the sidewalks of Paris. I will learn to love the shops and street venders. The knowledge, wisdom and creativity that she has to offer.

Paris will become my home as luna continues to be my best friend. They need us. They want us, and expect us to come, to visit, to stay, to write, to paint, to love, to live.

So lets go to Paris, and visit luna on the way.

natalie pliler

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