Like venus, I am so fu***** drawn to the moon.

All of its sides and every shape. And I can love the moon, I can admire it. And in just the blink of an eye – it is gone. Tonight, forever.

Maybe I see you tomorrow. Maybe you show.
Most likely, you don’t. But I know
– you are there, and I am right here.

Maybe one day, we’ll meet without fear.