Moon River
drifting through thoughts, one story at a time
Category: Moon’s Stories
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Some songs don’t just play in the background. They hold you. Like a friend who doesn’t ask questions, just sits beside you in silence, knowing that’s enough. That’s what “Seasons” by Wave to Earth did to me. It didn’t come crashing in with declarations. It didn’t try to fix anything. It just poured itself out…
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A few weeks ago, I was in Macau. It was one of those spontaneous, no-expectation kind of trips where you show up with a camera, a bit of curiosity, and a heart still trying to make peace with everything it’s been through. I didn’t think much when I first put The Ruins of St. Paul…
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For what it’s worth it’s never too late To be whoever you want to be There’s no time limit Start whenever you want You can change or stay the same There are no rules to this thing We can make the best or the worst of it I hope you make the best of it…
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They say that when two particles are entangled, no matter how far apart they drift, across galaxies, through time itself, their connection remains. One moves, the other responds. Instant. Invisible. Unbreakable. That’s how I think of us. There was something cosmic about the way we collided. It wasn’t loud. It wasn’t even planned. It was…
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Growing up, my father always had a way of making even the smallest moments feel like victories. He wasn’t the kind of man who waited for grand achievements to celebrate, he believed that every step forward, no matter how small, was worthy of recognition. I remember being a child, sitting at our dining table, feeling…
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I’ve always believed that sunlight gives a place its soul. It’s not just about brightness, it’s about how it touches a city, how it moves through its streets, and how it makes you feel. The sunlight in Tokyo for example is crisp and direct, cutting through the skyline in sharp angles. In the morning, it…
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I sat by my apartment window, watching the city pulse with life. Neon lights flickered, traffic hummed below, and yet, despite the movement all around me, I felt like I was standing still. For years, I had been chasing something—freedom, adventure, meaning—but now, for the first time, I wasn’t sure what I was running toward.…
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I never thought leaving Sweden would feel this way. I had imagined a dramatic departure, one last walk through the cobbled streets of the city, a final sip of coffee at my favorite café, perhaps even a melancholic glance at the trams rolling by, their bells ringing like a quiet farewell. Sweden was never meant…
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