The Moon Tells Tales

But you’re an old thing now.  Built to weather the storm,  And they just don’t make things like you anymore.

All of us are dying. Every minute of every day, another piece of us fades away and settles to the ground. Pieces of us that once made us...

I used to have a lot more to say. But now my words are like messages, tucked away into glass bottles and thrown into an ocean of...