She frightens me, the full moon. She's so beautiful, and I don't know how long I was caught there, gazing at her, but the light she casts is magical and chilling. I was almost afraid to touch it.
It's one thing I have to do. Some night. Walk in the moonlight. I can't die without that. It has to be with another. When I find that person I've been looking for, the one who understands. We'll lie in the grass, in her light.
Ah, the drink didn't do much for me tonight. I felt so much better on Saturday. Was it Saturday? Or last night? No, I don't think it was last night. Saturday. I just feel heavy and tired now. Well, that's alright. It's well after midnight, so I can go to bed.
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