The cat outside my window watches me put on my winter jacket to sleep, wonders why I need it on this warm summer night. It must be cold inside. I wave with my shivering hands, the cat takes it as a goodbye and I'm left alone staring the moon.
It looks magical. Very lonely and very cold. It illuminates in the darkness, creating my shadow on my window. We're both pale and ghostly. We have similar craters and scars, I'm comforted by this haunting thought.
Did the cat just return to smirk at my silly observation? I see her make her way back on the fence facing me face the moon.
Silly human, I imagine her say.
Silly human, the cat thinks. She's embracing the coldness, oh what a haunting sight,
To be bewitched by the beauty of the half moon
"Do not move. Do not breathe" the moon drowns me beneath the echo of my grief
And I only try to escape under the flicker of the decaying stars.
Burning.
"I am only trying to take your loneliness away"
I am no longer cold.
"I hope you can keep your pretty shade of blue"
