It's a crazy thing, actually. How something could be so alluring, so interesting. The moon, for example. It shines even in the daylight. It holds value more than anything to wake up and see the moon and the sun in the same sky. Where could that moon be heading next? Is it over the next state? Over the next continent? Where is it? Why can't it stay in my sky forever? They call me moonlight because of my infatuation with the moon. I shine in the dark with the pale light of the moon on my pale skin I call protection from the harsh rays of the sun. Although they don't protect very well since I tend to burn easily. I tend to leave things on an open thought. Like the moon. It's there and brings happiness and it's amazing and then it's gone. Like me. I'm there one second and gone the next.
