Eggs, beans and potatoes in the middle of the night, under the imaginary moonlight for company. Do the good win in the end? Or does the battle continue in the afterlife? Either way, the universe has a way of balancing things out, and it’s never personal, because it was never about you.
As you dig into your meal, you unpause the playlist, and wonder about the songs the Moon listens to, if the two of you could get along in real life, only to remember that she can’t hear, at least not in the way you’re used to. Now you’re faced with the reality of not being able to share something that stirs you deeply, and you wonder if that’s okay, if it won’t diminish the sacred connection between the Moon and yourself.
Still, the Moon continues to illuminate your being, whether you realise it or not.