What is it about the Moon that pulls me, to be so mesmerised but it?
It's light, it's coolness?
It's roundness, it's perfection?
No.
It's actually it's sadness, it's quietness.
It's the going through its phases and being completely alone.
It's saying "Look at me. I am alone. I am lonely. I am alone".
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