The Moon Cares, Not
Everything comes. Everything goes. The moon is always there. That is something, isn’t it? The persistence of the moon to just keep existing. Granted, not a lot is required of our Miss Luna. She’s like me. She is content to just be. Not a lot is required from me either. Not anymore. She has seen so much. More than can be imagined. Up there, Spying on all of us. That elusive mistress.

Pretending she is so innocent, unmoving. We forget about her being there, but she is there. Always watching, so silent. How Unassuming is she? 

So I suppose she will see me exist, and in the blink of her eyes, I will be gone. That is how much my existence matters to the moon. Her indifference towards my life is palpable. God Damn her! 

So why should I be productive? What exactly is the Goddamn point??? The moon does not give any fucks about my life, so why should I? I am as indifferent towards my life as the moon is. That is the problem, is it not? Maybe it’s not a problem at all. 

Yet, I love. And, I am loved. Still, the moon cares, not.