The moon always fascinated me. My favorite of its phases is when it is tiny, as a little piece of nail. A shiny piece of nail, that if you watch closely, you'll notice you can see the rest of the moon, only dark. On the other hand full moon, when its bright side is exposed a whole circle on the sky, makes me feel some kind of awe. Some anxiety, some nervousness, some melancholy.
The moon has always something to hide. There is always a dark side. Some things it keeps to itself. Keeping a balance. It doesn't feel shame for what it really is, but it won't share it unconditionally. Yeah, you can see me once a month, hallucinating that's all there is. But, there's as much hidden on the back... (and that's not visible). Is that loneliness, solitude, or is it just healthy?
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