The silent Moonstar

Did you know that hell means bright in german?
I find it very curious.
What does the word hell carry behind it? Have you ever thought about it? I'm not sure what I want to say with this but, I find it a very interesting word. It seems to imbue things with power. Maybe it's because of all the taboo we put around it, you know, theorically we shouldn't be speaking bad words. But, how can words carry anything if we don't give 'em this ability? Why is hell hell?
And if we speak it thinking of good things? And the reverse way? There are many supposedly good words that are used to harass people. I believe it is what you make it be, not the word by itself.
Long story short, I like the word hell. Maybe it's because of Doom. It has got so much impact.
I was wondering about it a while ago, in the car. It's weird that I use the car as a philosophical place? Well, it may be dangerous, but we are taking care.
You can create many names with the word hell too. One of the best that got around so far are Hellmaine and Helz.
But, that wasn't the exact topic of this night, the topic is something that came with some other name. I call it Moonstar.


We all have that little place of wonder. Somewhere inside us, where we lose track of being alive, where thoughts overthrow the sensations we have with what reality has to offer. It may vary according to who feels, may be a sport, it may be just standing still watching over the environment, maybe sleeping.
I'm not sure what was mine, perhaps a mix of thinking and matching the right place and time. I could just, escape. And everytime I came back, it felt odd. It felt kinda awful actually because I remembered that I existed. Not that I hate existing, but the fact that this existance will sooner or later end, well, it made me feel bad.
But sometimes, we have these mind travels, as if we warped somewhere else.
Well, this was my best somewhere else.
Imagine being in a place that's made of tranquility, as if you're walking on a moon that looks like the earth, but it is mostly ground and ground all around. This ground changes colors, though it's mostly shining in a way that doesn't hurt the eyes. Then there's the stars. I like it. You know, it's walking this big starry sky that makes us remember that, whatever comes next, the sky is there for us. I liked it. Perhaps because its quiet emptiness was what I wanted at the moment. Sometimes you just need to stay away for a while. Gotta understand what goes around.
I could tell you to imagine that there's a song playing also, while you walk through this placid vast, that feels so tiny once you look up.
But then, there's that.
That is something different. Among all the rocks that accompany us through these ways, we have pillar of light. And it looks fascinating, because it stands tall among the view, yet it seems to humbly acknowledge that the entire place is essential for its existence.
And in a way, it feels enticing. Perhaps because it is something new, perhaps because it is not what all the rest is, no matter how beautiful the rest may look like.
And closer and closer you get.
Its height may not be what you thought it was, it is somewhat closer to your own height.
Its base may not be exactly a base, but rather a cape that, at this distance you see that joyfully plays with the ground, even though wind is scarce.
Its shoulders stand look tense.
Moreover, the hands are held in something close to a prayer position.
And the face, now that you are here, turns around slightly to face you.
Welcome, Moonstar.