Most people find the moon romantic. With me, I choose the other celestial body. The shiniest, brightest star known to man. Its existance breathes life into everything. Warm, comforting, strong and awesome. The sun.
It makes my insides turn to jelly, honestly. How did God create such magnificance? And I can't begin to encompass how utterly magnificant God Himself is.
Point to the post: Look around you. Look more closely at the things you ignore every day. Cloud patterns, leaf veins, your own heartbeat. You'll feel the magic, I promise. And if you don't, meh, you're probably retarded. Or like Munazza.