The Way It Was Before Us

Marysol looked up at the sky, dreaming of touching the stars. She lifted her palm to the moon and grasped it. The moon was so small, so delicate, and so beautiful. Her eyes were stuck on the holes of the moon. Lifting her lips, she kissed the large craters and left her lipstick stuck to them. She smiled, wishing she could reach a little farther…Her fingertips, as light as porous rocks, reached towards the sky. However, she could not reach. She knew perhaps she would never reach. But it was enough to dream, right?



Dreaming would only be enough…enough until she realized that people had already been to the moon before.