It's a pier just by the river. The river with the moonlight on it. Sparkles with no shame. It's always the moon. Never argues with it. It's always the fucking moon. Even when it's cloudy. People would talk about the moon. How the moon cowers in fear amongst the clouds, for she cannot bear the despair the night brings. There's always a way for the moon to make an entrance. Sometime, sometime, you'd wish it's not the moon. It'd be something else. Something more alive. the one you can touch. Talk to. Don't even care if it doesn't even talk. Just wanted a face expression. A face that says;
"Hey, wake up. It's just a fucking moon!"
