Circumventing the circumference of the moon.

Things are not always what they appear to be, what lies beneath your porcelain facade, so much remains well hid…..Come, come, let’s have a peek. Were we to have grown wary? Were it your intent, referring to your deception…..Or have you acquired a certain degree of free will? Have you given it so much of yourself, we are not aware of? To what extent has it become one within itself after having gained recognition? Are we to seek redemption, a reprieve? Always wandering aimlessly and reaching out in quiet desperation, the lost. I remember her being one of them, traversing the mountains of the moon. Gazing upon the outer rings of Jupiter. The long ago forgotten ones, one’s muddling about on the earth below. –Within a crowd, intriguingly, I felt as they. ” Can anyone else see me? Can anyone hear me? …Does anyone care that I have gone? –These are the voices of the lost, distant as I am, I feel as they do. There is a disturbance within the universe, minuscule, as it is, it is difficult to differentiate the causal effect from an analytical point of view. -You have become lost within it, apparently by the pull of gravity, wandering about, lost as you are, I fear you will never be found….In time, you shall become a remembrance a momentary memory. One suffocating from lack of oxygen while reaching to capture a breath of air, I, standing on the Outer Rings of Saturn visualizing your predicament unable to alleviate your feeling of helplessness