The same stupid moon

And with that, I run out into the cold night air and look up to the sky and stand under the big full moon. It is comforting at first knowing that wherever time has brought us, and no matter what - we are always under the same moon. And then I realise the foolishness of the moment with these thoughts and tears come to my eyes. And then I think it's stupid to share such sad silly thoughts. But now it is too late. It's typed and done.