fingernail moon

it comes back over and over;
la lune, la lune, la lune.








"...and i thought of how i'd love to be on the moon. so, so, so far away from here and everyone and everything. that man up in the moon has a power on us all; my mind has tides that toss and turn. but it seems like the moon keeps himself to himself. he holds more secrets than even me. in some places there are myths that the moon and the sun were lovers but they were so passionate for each other that the sun burnt the world and the moon's tears flooded and drowned it. they can only be together sometimes, and everyone is in complete awe of them when it happens. when the moon creeps in for its kiss it can be blinding..."