Sunday, December 6, 2009

The Girl With the Hands That Can Touch the World.

I looked out of my window that night and saw the moon. It was like a silver coin that my hands can never hold, no matter how much I stare at it.

It glided away, upwards, as if it was filled with air instead of space rock. I, on the other hand, was still craning my neck when I realized that it was the right moment.

A life goal was within my reach.

I went outside and found the old wooden ladder in the shed. It was heavier than expected.

Eventually, after knocking down things and after three attempts of climbing up, I got there.
I actually got there. Haha, I ACTUALLY GOT THERE!

I was on top of the world. Well, my world, for that matter. The surface was slanted, but I always suspected my view to be a little off. I saw what I saw from that night in the observatory, but slightly fainter. I looked at the moon for so long that when I looked away, it was still there.

Eventually, my fingers grew cold. And every movement I made resonated a deathly creak through the fragile sheet of steel that held my body.

I gingerly made my way down.

Today we found the kitten that was lost under the roof of the house. It is now nestled quietly on my lap. I can't think of a name yet, but I know someday the right one will just suddenly pop into my head.

6 comments:

  1. In retrospect, these are TWO life goals checked in one stone!

    Right moment, huh! You've been willing things to happen more often now! When you texted me how beautiful the moon was, I went out to view it too and found the neighbor's tiled rooftop, glimmering under the moonlight. How coincidental was that. (Didn't think you were literally on a rooftop; thought it was a penthouse or somesuch.) Maybe we were looking at the moon at the same time too.

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  2. Perhaps.

    The cat was sent away tho.
    Boohoo. A life goal undone.

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  3. Whaat?? By your mom again? Like what she did to the Kaiser Fund?? Noo! ARG! (Pun intended)

    When you get your own place...

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