Lying on the grass a man gazed into the depths of the night sky, the moons rays piercing through the blankets of abysmal darkness, forever lighting his life. His world never saw the lights of day, the sun never shone. The man had never felt the warmth of the suns rays caresses his body or the scent of air that is distinctively different to that of the night air. For day is absent from this world, exactly as the man likes it. He did not need the radiance of the sun as the two moons that occupied the sky were brighter than any. Two celestial giants, of equal size and brightness, light up the world one moon at a time. Even though they are so close to the man they never appear in the same sky.  
He knows the moons will eventually collide but he doesn't know which one he will save. With this knowledge his world is enveloped in darkness, no longer the path is illuminated by either of the moons. They are still there as bright as they were before but shrouded from view, for he must walk this path alone, with no guidance.
Strolling, isolated due to the lack of any light, contemplating how bright life would actually be if the moons united, sharing the same sky lighting every dim corner of life the man knew. A light that could shatter and grim day, prevail over any shadows, illuminate the road on which he must tread. But all he can do is dream of that day, for he knows it will not come, for he knows he isn't that fortunate.