the threads in her head

I wanted the best, though it was out of my reach, I aimed straight for the moon, the light flashed, my hand shook, thus I failed, and you would have thought I would land among the stars, but no I did not, instead back to earth I fell, and boy was it a heavy fall.

He stood from the ground, he took it easy, he did best what he knew he could, and the scene was captured, and it’s so much more pretty, with that small crescent of a moon grinning at me, and as I watched the moon lit up his path, so he was brought to the stars, and that’s the end of this whole short story.