MAN ON THE MOON
By JP BROWN
Being alone your whole life is like being the man on the moon. You have no one to talk to and no one to listen. The silence and the loneliness becomes overwhelming at times, but over the decades of isolation, you get used to it. A solitary man in a solitary world, with nothing but the black night and the silver pinpricks of stars, to keep him company. Not even the wind stirs any emotion in your soul anymore; it is just and empty black void of one man, abandoned and forgotten in all of time and space and human existence. You breathe no air, but the aura of your own despair. Alone and lonely becomes your nature, and you are seldom seen or heard of by others. The more time passes, the greater the great divide between your world, and those of others become. There is no imminent rescue in sight. Your only hope is to keep on surviving alone, in this wasteland and of your own deserted world that you created for yourself. Discarded and alone, the future looks bleak, and the dark cosmos encompasses and embraces all. One Man, One Fate, One God. The Man on the Moon.