Moon Tears

Blue. Blue is all I see. Palettes of dark blue, light blue, indigo - all finely spattered on the ground. All blue towards the horizon. Thank god it's not red. If it was, I would be thirsty by now. Yellow is bad too. Every time the world is yellow I feel sick and nostalgic. In my opinion green and blue are the best. Green brings me food to eat. Blue gives me water and the …

…me. She is very distant, as if she lives on the moon. Come to think of it, she always stares towards the moon. I looked up at that direction once, to see what's so special about the moon. My mother saw me do this so she scolded me. I cried. But in that brief instant I looked up, I remembered seeing something very interesting. Teardrops were all over the sky, glittering. The moon was crying.