lies, lies, lies.

I once lived on the Nile river. The blue hushed moon, would look down at night, from the lofty corners of its house. I would stare back at it, unabashed, resilient and thoughtful. My skin would turn as brown as cooked clay, but it kept soft like smooth water, cheering away down the kitchen drain.

Once I climbed a tree, scraping my tender skin as I reached upwards. feet dug in where the branches met it's father, where the family line continued. Swaying and churning in the wind, I let go. air billowed about me, and propelled me up into the night sky.

I reached that blue hushed moon, quiet in its thoughts. I reached it and pulled it down to the ground, with one hand clinging to its surface, and tears streaming through my hair.

I once lived on the Nile river. and the blue hushed moon would fall across me at night, digging its rays into the earths outer layer. Broken pieces of sky lay around it, where I had smashed into the earth when I had landed. The blue hushed moon scattered over the horizon, fallen to earth, mixed with our atmosphere.