The moon is so big. (A spoken word of sorts)

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The moon is so big
And I am so small
So many details on the moon tonight
The moon.
Why do we call it the moon? Where there's room for the aliens that we cannot see because, you see, they live on the dark side of the moon.
So do all the butterflies that flapped their wings and caused a hurricane. You see, we hear about the hurricanes but never the butterflies story they're used up for their existential purpose and then dumped without a thought because they are just tools in the universes great toolbox and our beautiful souls.
Our corrupted souls.
Join them.
On the dark side of the moon.
The dark side of the room where no one goes. No one sees what's under the cover of darkness, the universes dice rolls that end in oblivion the one chess match that nobody can win.
Because no matter how many hurricanes are formed from a butterflies wing flap.
There will always be more times when it does not happen.
When a wingflap is just a wingflap and a man diving off a bridge is not killing himself and a full moon is not actually full and he is not in love with me and my eyelids are not heavy and I am not drifting....
Staring at the full moon that isn't actually full.
The moon is so big.
And I.
I am so small.

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