We Cried as I Fell into the Moon

I've been going through my pictures recently, to build a portfolio for school. This is by far my favorite trip ever. I went on a train ride with a good friend of mine to Poland. I still remember it like it was yesterday. I think it's where my fascination for the moon exploded. There was one specific night in particular where everything seemed to fall just into place. It was a chilly night, dark as you can imagine and the full moon shone brightly, as if he too knew my secret. I even remember teardrops, but the kind that just slide silently, in one single drop. Whenever I feel disorientated, I remember that night and how I was at peace with the world and myself..


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