Sometimes I think of the moon, and I feel so in love that I'm surprised I don't knock over my telescope.
Every night, once the sun's fucked off, the moon strolls out from behind the clouds and back into my life.
Every night, once the sun's fucked off, the moon strolls out from behind the clouds and back into my life.
He is constantly changing, swelling and shrinking. Our relationship is a success because we keep things fresh.
Everyone tells me I'm crazy, that the moon doesn't love me, that he probably has another woman on the other side of the world.
But I'll continue to wait for him, inching closer*, until we finally embrace, and the spinning planet is drowned in tidal waves.
*Author is aware that the moon is infact moving away from earth, not closer.
Everyone tells me I'm crazy, that the moon doesn't love me, that he probably has another woman on the other side of the world.
But I'll continue to wait for him, inching closer*, until we finally embrace, and the spinning planet is drowned in tidal waves.
*Author is aware that the moon is infact moving away from earth, not closer.
