If I'm a child of God, Then I'm the rebellious one. If I'm a subject of God, Then I'm the one who brings revolt. If I'm an image of God, Then I'm the opposite. If I'm God itself, I do not exist.
Even it makes me more and more empty, I think I too can get some of it back that fills this void. It can be little, but that little is enough to fill this emptiness all at once.
It was full moon day, the moon was bright. Bright enough to cast shadows. But, I find it less beautiful than any other day. I'm wondering why. Maybe, it's her. Her presence. Maybe she is my moon!