The moon waxes and wanes and along with it rides the tides high and low. The moon gleams playfully in the night sky, pulling and pushing gently lulling the waves to its rhythm and the waves play along.
But I am not the wave that enjoys the unpredictable moon. Pushing and pulling my emotions is not funny in the least. I alternate between hope and despair. When I finally decided to let go and came to resigned acceptance why do you tease me this way?
I am not amused.
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