Last night the Moon was beautiful, cause it was the full moon. This cold, white light is what I like the most. It calmes me down. I like just to stay outside and watch it, even in winter. Or maybe especially in winter, cause then the Moon is bigger than in the summer
Sometimes I like to talk to Moon... it's the only way to understand some things in my life. And although it can't answer me, I feel some kind of soul-connection. Maybe it sounds strange, but it's just what I feel. And now you're probably thinking "How is it possible? She must be crazy!" So... I may be crazy or... just romantic. Generally, I don't care, cause it's quite similar I think romantism is some kind of madness, because, if it isn't, it means I'm crazy
So... maybe I am...?