White, bright moon hanging in the sky and all I could think of was that moment when our noses brushed. How pathetic to be looking upon that orb that shines with such dark thoughts.
I have never felt so lonely, is it how the moon feels too? To be constantly alone, reflecting upon the superior, remembered for being a piece of rock that light from the sun bounced off from. They said this year’s moon was one of the biggest I would see, and indeed it magnified the hollowness and that pang of loneliness hit me.
Werewolves howled for their loneliness too, once in a full moon, because they are misunderstood, and a mistake in the existence of their beings. The moon laments with them, for choosing the wrong way to orbit, the forget that it once was somewhere else roaming for a purpose in existing.