The moon and I, we danced for a while. Silence matched our steps, smoke sang to us - two rocks suspended in space, slow steps upon blankness as stars floated away. Maybe it was pretty, I wouldn't know. I was too entranced by the moon. Spots adn ditches beheld me. After a while, we stopped. Somewhere out there, I heard a sigh. It was not the moon.
I didn't realise we were dancing, until our steps fell gaily upon the blackness. Thick darkness encompassed our being, both in existence and in mind. I was complaining, the world had not been fair. The moon merely nodded, calm indifference emanating for that grey orb. I was lost, I said, I didn't exist at all. The moon, quiet and unperturbed, looked as though it had wandered off. All I needed was an ear, a company and the moon, there or not, did fine.
I had been spending time, moping, in the far corner of the world. Ever since the girl had gone, that is all I did. Not that there was anyone to take notice, but what else can a lonely ex-planet do? Even the moon paid no attenion, no messages with the shooting stars, no news from the meteorites. Until I got tired. If the moon had forgotten me for some six billion existances who took away my identity, then I would go and visit it. Cause wreckage upon those six billion. Planetary restrictions no longer held - I was not one any more.
The moon appeared happily surprised when I showed up. Lasted a couple of minutes. All my anger melted, could have been the heat of the sun. I found myself welling up at the thought of company. But then I launched into a tirade. A short one. Where was the moon all this while? Why had I been forgotten by another rock?
I don't quite remember what came next. But we were dancing. How sweet it felt, melody streaming along with senses. The moon was my favourite rock, I said. The moon almost laughed. Out of the dense darkness, I suddenly asked, Do you like me less now, since I am no longer a planet?
The moon said nothing. Just a sigh.
All along my journey home, I wondered if that was a yes or a no. |