The moon is truly a sight to behold. It always is, with his borrowed faint silver glow casting soft light over everything. The moon is always so magical — and ever so tragic.

Can you imagine how deeply in love the moon is with the sun? He glows because of the sun’s rays, reflecting her glory. Even if the sun is not there, the moon remains bright because of the sun.

Sadly, though, that’s the only fate the moon has. No matter how wildly and how passionately he loves the sun, no matter how much he pursues, the sun will always follow her own course through the sky, and the moon will only be following it, the distance never fading between them. The moon is even too shy that he hides his insecurity in varying degrees. His scars… his shame.

And if these two celestial bodies ever meet in the sky, a "disaster" occurs — an eclipse.  Children are told not to look at their fated meeting because they might go blind. Their meeting is always a messenger of ill fate. What they do not know is that it is the only time the moon can be with the sun.
I wonder if the sun knows that the moon longs for this moment, albeit a bad one? Perhaps the sun doesn’t. The sun is, after all, a sight to behold. The moon, though, is nothing but a rock, floating in the emptiness of space.

I wonder when the moon will tire out. When will he stop chasing after the sun? He knows very well that, like days, like months, like years, there will always be a distance between them that they cannot control.

 
I hope the moon finds his own glow, even if he knows he has none.

So how is this "rock out"? Well, thinking about stuff DOES make one’s MIND rock-out.

A rock-out mind = rock-out existence.

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