a paragraph of thought

I looked up at the sky, and the moon smiled at me, a sideway smile - a crescent. It's as if my dear lunar friend was hinting at me to look at the world from a slightly different angle...and smile. Somewhere inside me, a voice was telling me to stop crying. Just for a moment, so that my tear-stained eyes could see that even a hopeless black hole can become an iridiscent beauty that eludes peace and radiates happiness. What?! Another voice inside me questioned this thought. None of this makes any sense. Having different perceptions - it will not change anything at all. Do I want to be a deluded fool? In a world where many people thrive on lies and deception, maybe I should just be true to myself. The mirror merely shows me a reflection, but here I am, looking at myself from deep within. Perceptions. Illusions. I will not give in. Let these tears run down my cheeks. Streams of hope, signs of pain...would I ever smile the way I did, again?