When I was younger my best friend was the moon.
Glorious and effervescent was this giant orb in the sky. Something I could always see.
It seemed to help me escape my loneliness. For my nights were long, and sometimes my pondering became to heavy for little heart.
I’m sure you’ve felt the same.
It came to a point, for I have realized that no amount of analyzing can explain human behavior, and even though I thought I was relieving my stress to the moon. I was still all alone.
You see, all the deep things must be gone through in solitude.
