The gravity burdening me down in a blink. People got confused sometimes. That’s what they told me when i shared my story. I don’t think it’s my case. I sense something less destructive, something i cared about is causing this heavy feeling.

Months pass by. I feel heavier. Not that i hate it. It’s just heavy. That’s all.

Everywhere i walk, this invisible burden thing drags me down. I’m afraid i’d reach hell sooner. Even in my sleep my dreams are gloomier. I need someone to help me. I need it fast, the cure for my situation.

I finally find someone i think would be my salvation. It is a girl i’ve met before. Something in her eyes gets me lighter. I love being with her. So i try every possible way to reach out to my savior. She welcomed me everytime i came to her.

Then i realize something’s amiss. My body feels lighter, indeed. But not my soul. I’m having a feeling that my soul is in between here and hell. She isn’t one. I shouldn’t blame her. I got this weird sickness on my own. My fault. I’m the one to blame. So i bid farewell and force my soul to breathe before it fully drowned.

Summer gives in to rain on Sunday morning. It is too early, dear. Then i get back to sleep for rain fills me with anger. Perhaps because i’ve forgotten some time in my life and it’s impossible to remember when it’s raining.

I dream something is talking to me softly. Whispering words i could not understand. But it gives me comfort that i need. Still, i feel weighed down over something.

I get up only to find i am alone with the moon, somewhere i do not know where or how could i bring myself there. There is nothing around me. I am in a vast space of nothingness.

I am alone only with the moon.

Something isn’t quite right with the moon. It has a croped perfect cirlce on it’s edge. As if someone forcefully plucked it out for a selfish reason. Perhaps that portion of the moon is being exhibit in a cozy library filled with books from the past.

Oh what a poor thing.

I don’t need your pity. I hear the same voice as i had on my dream. Please, i am tired of the fight. Let me rest. It continues. I look for the source and find out the speaker. It’s the moon.

The talking moon just talked to me!

What happened? I ask for i care of it. The moon does look tired. It lost its radiant charm.

You happened. It says. I am puzzled couldn’t grasp the meaning of any of it. You took a piece of me for your own amusement. It continues. I am still puzzled unable to put any of it into my flawed logic.

Then in an instant all memories flushing into me. I gasp. I can’t believe what i did on Saturday night before the rain. Slowly i take off my shirt and something is glowing inside me where my heart reside. Oh what have i done?

Then the moon bursts into tears falling on me like rain in a Sunday morning.

It’s too early, dear. I whisper out of love and rest with the moon.