The moon, my moon.

I saw the moon today. I haven't seen it in such a long time. The moon is always so eye-catchingly tender and soft, completely contradictory to the sun. Always blearing, dry, and scorching. Only a fleeting conversation with my intimate brought me delight. Fleeting, it was, becouse buildings are too high and the sky is always filled to the brim with ominous clouds for it to be in my line of sight. Not to mention the city lights evil veiling of the moon's natural beauty. 

in conclusion, I miss it. Odd as it is—I miss the moon. I yearn to bathe in it's eyes and drink in its light.