I like to think that I'm the kind of person that doesn't have to see something,
just to believe that it is true.
But sometimes, I catch myself not even believing the moon is still
standing up in the sky, if it has been blanketed by clouds for several days.
And how sad it must be, for an entire city to not know when the moon shines
full and bright, simply because it is hidden away.
I knew in my heart, I could not celebrate it's arrival, when it was not there.
I wonder if that means I've grown up too much.
That if a fairy or ghost came upon me, I would simply turn it away as
something easily explainable.
Sometimes, the hair that stands up on the back of your neck, or a pinch on
your leg that can not be explained should stay that way, unexplainable.
Then, at least, the imaginary world hasn't truly died off.