But then once in a while she goes energetic and kick the moon like it was a semi withered volleyball
But even after a piece of eternity, one is drawn back to her again
Always in wonder
Because being kept close to her have been the reason of one's life
But one have to be careful
Because she is nothing but a stray cat
And cats are crazy animals
They lick you and they bite you for no apparent reason
And one have to be smart in order to escape that hurting bite
Her nails are big and her teeth are sharp, and they scratch one's heart like if it was a living room couch
But one's heart is resilient
One's heart is warrior
Sometimes being close to her feels like crossing a floor covered with broken glass
Barefoot
Like a cat which would walk through, one must be careful not to cut oneself
And that's what she notices when one is around
The care one takes
And there is not much one can do to change that
Because she is the only which can remove the shard of glass
Those residue are remaining far out of one's hands, unfortunately
Real pity, cause one can see them from where one's stand
They say that it is like an unchangeable rule of how things work, sort of
Meanwhile, one walks slowly over that dangerous floor, one foot after another, until settle nearby, safe distance
Like the moon that revolves around the earth but never gets too close
While learn to navigate the delicate balance between one and another
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