ii.moonchild
the crisp wind whipped at my skin; cradling my body as i descended from the cosmos and into the earth’s atmosphere.
i fell in a heap of sand and stardust; rolling to a stop with my back against the sand. the faint echo of stars twinkling and glinting was all that reached my ears...
i.moon child
he was the boy who grew up from the sand with the salt of the sea air in his lungs; golden, bright, and wild.
but i was the girl who was born in a crater on the moon; cold, distant, and alone.
we were worlds apart. his complexion was a coconut brown; kissed by the sun he’d...