We all have a love affair with the moon, it is so romantic. It has been there our whole lives, watching over us, following us, lifting our heads up to look upon it. We make wishes to it, sing songs to it, contemplate it. We get drunk to it, howl at it, write poems for it, make art, all the while it remains objective and mysterious.
We all have a love affair with the moon, it is so romantic. It has been there our whole lives, watching over us, following us, lifting our heads up to look upon it. We make wishes to it, sing songs to it, contemplate it. We get drunk to it, howl at it, write poems for it, make art, all the while it remains objective and mysterious.