Dear Readers.
Here I sit, on the silent lunar surface, far from the noise, the betrayals, the endless weight of human suffering. The Earth spins below a swirl of chaos, of fleeting joys swallowed by relentless sorrow.
From here, everything seems so small, so distant, like whispers lost in the void.
I yearn for peace, not just the absence of conflict but the kind that settles deep in the soul, the kind that quiets the storms within, that silences the echoes of wounds never healed.
Perhaps that’s why I sit here, away from it all. The moon knows no hatred, no broken promises, no ghosts of what once was.
Just silence. Just stillness. Just a place where the heart can finally rest.
Maybe, one day, peace won’t be a distant shore.
Maybe, one day, I won’t have to leave the Earth to find it.
Jacob M