“Perhaps the crescent moon smiles in doubt at being told that it is a fragment awaiting perfection.” – Rabindranath Tagore

Perhaps we are waxing moons smiling vainly at being told we are about to draw the perfect circle of frightful dreams and bittersweet hope.

Perfection?
To start with a crescent heart that desires deeply to become round one day.

Art by Duy Huynh.