Journey of Art-Making
I’m wandering on a timeless blue moon.
The air smells warm; the wind sounds fierce; the cratered surface feels hard to the touch.
It’s foggy ahead.
But that’s OK!
Salute solitude, I have cobblestone under my feet, blueprint imprinted on my heart.
Feeling the texture, I keep going, envisaging the unknown boulevards as an eternal romance, soon you find plenty of water to drink and it's so clear that you see yourself along the way.
Luckily I was born here, and since I've been walking, I haven't seen an end.
Sometimes I turn around, surprised by my little footprints.