Astounding fact: Our moon is 400 times smaller than the Sun, and incredibly it is also 400 times closer to the Earth than the Sun. The precision of these dimensions (400 and 400) is the sole reason that from time to time we are able to experience a perfect solar eclipse.
Now I understand that it is completely plausible that hundreds of millions (possibly trillions) of planets may exist in our universe, however, in spite of these almost unfathomable numbers, do you believe that there is another planet out there whose moon, or one of its moons, is precisely calibrated to the exact dimensions of size and distance, that it blocks out the light from the star that it orbits to achieve a perfect solar eclipse? This elegant indigo sphere that we call home really could be the only place in 13.7 billion years of space and time that this happens.
Interesting side note: It took a solar eclipse to prove that Einstein's theory of general relativity was correct. Pictures were taken of a solar eclipse, these pictures showed that the light from stars behind our sun was actually bending around the sun because of its gravity warping the space that surrounded it.
There once was a wishing well around the corners of my mind. I usually throw coins of patience and concern there when it feels like that life is at the verge of falling. People could borrow cheerful moments with the garden of roses planted there or steal fragrances of honesty. From happy faces to wrinkled cheeks. You may find everything there.
I end up searching for the memories that are deeply lost somewhere whose existence is inevitable. I realised either my heart or unwritten proses swallowed them. I always wished to love someone every freaking second. His absence doesn't bother me at all.
I want to get those childhood kisses back and love notes that people unexpectedly gifted me. I like to capture beauty of pain and visualise my real sides there.
Waking up earlier on a sunny morning next to your favourite beverage was not my thing. I'm so enticed with my mirror as it reflects answers of my silliest questions.
I too got completely stuck in the time that the sound of roaring clouds doesn't petrify my eardrums. My rants are shaping into quality thoughts themselves where one could easily wonder what kind of songs were staying inside me.