dear moon, please write back ♡

Dear moon,

I wonder how many letters you've received throughout your lifetime. How many wishes have been whispered in your direction, how many secrets have been entrusted to your silver light, and how many lonely souls have mistaken your quiet presence for an answer?

Do you ever grow tired of listening?

I imagine you must have quite the collection by now. Little wishes folded into paper stars, promises made beneath bedroom windows, names of people who have long since become strangers. Perhaps you keep them somewhere, in a little cabinet tucked behind the clouds, carefully arranged by year and forgotten birthday.

Tell me, what does the world look like from where you are?

Do the oceans sparkle like scattered jewellery? Do the rooftops look like little stepping stones, leading to somewhere beyond the horizon? Can you see the gardens where children once played, now overgrown with weeds and memories?

Sometimes I wonder whether you remember the people you've watched grow up. The little ones who once pointed at you with sticky fingers, convinced you were following them home. The teenagers who now stare at you through their windows, carrying thoughts they cannot quite put into words.

Isn't it peculiar, how something so far away can feel so familiar?

I wish I could visit you someday. I'd bring a little basket of strawberries, a book with a broken spine and all the questions I've been saving for a rather unreasonable amount of time. We could sit somewhere along the edge of a crater and watch the stars go about their business.

I'd ask you whether the constellations have their own stories, whether the stars ever quarrel, and whether you have a favourite among all the little creatures inhabiting this enormous blue planet.

And perhaps, when the evening grows quiet, I'd ask you something rather silly.

Do you ever wish someone would look up at you and simply say hello, instead of asking for something?

I suppose I could start there.

So, dear moon, if my little letter should happen to find its way into your possession, please do write back. You needn't send anything extraordinary. A little silver envelope, a constellation arranged into a peculiar shape, perhaps even a cloud that looks suspiciously like a rabbit.

I'll take it as a reply.

Until then, I'll keep my window open.

With fond regards,

a small person from afar.