Full Moon Nights

The moon is like this awesome thing, mysterious, romantic, and hanging up there in the sky where I could never reach it no matter how much I wanted to unless I become an astronaut or build a big ass spaceship. So this thing started 2 years ago, every full moon night I go to my terrace and sit there staring at the gleaming moon listening to my playlist. While sitting there I can enjoy the celestial beauty and repose. The feeling is inexplicable. The baffling magic of the moon and stars fills me with positivity. If I had any brains then I would have wrote a poem already. All the moon nights have been stunning except one when my cousin decided to jump scare the shit out of me. 

P.S. I can assure you I’m not a werewolf.


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