Why do I have an odd fascination with those balls in the sky?

You know how a lot of people always wonder if their unknown love is looking at Moon, exactly when the one who is wondering this is looking at the Moon or vice versa with the Sun?

Well when I look at the Moon, I wonder something tweety bit different.

I wonder if the person,  that I am destined for, is looking at the Sun while I am looking at the Moon or vice versa.

Cause, you know it could happen.

Yet again, you can sometimes see the Moon while the Sun is up.

In Need of a Sign.

Today should be a good day, even though I just hurt my toe. Poor Little Toe... 

Well it is Thursday, in my part of the world, and the sun is shining like no other this week. My hair is a poof, as big as a lions mane, but I am trying to tame it. Meaning I have a hat on. My head is still glued to the question of me being a good writer. It is weird how before I knew I was and now I am very confused. Since writing is what I have chosen to do as my career, it's my future you see. It will be my major in College, in whatever University I end up going to. It is my life. So why do I keep wondering and why can I not just live with it. Since I know that not everyone in the land of Earth will love my works. I sure do hope a few will though, maybe more than a few. Maybe I need a moral push, but I already had many of those. Maybe I need a sign, something to tell me that I know I CAN DO IT. That I know, and will know, that I am good at it.

 

Deary Sun and Deary Moon, why am I in so much fright? 

 Moon: Well Deary Girl, don't be worried the world is not always so friendly ,but I will always be near. 

 Sun: and I will be much farther, but you are on our daughter. 

 Moon: Our only child that holds what we love most.

 Sun: The only one that holds true beauty. 

 Moon: and the only one that holds you. 

If only the Sun and Moon could speak. Then I would be surly amazed. They are my favorite things in the Universe, my favorites that are not on Earth.