The calm Moonstar

Some days are funny.
You start well and suddenly (maybe not so suddenly, but I'm quite lost at it) you just fall down. I don't understand. Is it because I was seeing those horror movies at the store? Is it, the past? Is it missing female company?
Damn.
I know most of the time the answers are lying deep down there, inside ourselves. But this time I really got caught off-guard.
Anyway, things are slowly starting to work. We are taking a bit longer to rise, but we are advancing. I started playing Borderlands 2, you know? It feels... mesmerizing. I can't play much because I'm... I don't know, because I'm stupid, or an adult... but it really is a good game.
And now I am working out quite seriously! That's a good thing.
I just need to fix a few more glitches in work-related stuff. That's where most of the ties that bind are.
And maybe we get a crimson mohawk, but that's really maybe...
Then we'll be off for the show.
I'm not really sure why I'm saying this, maybe it's just because I felt the need of speaking trivial things with someone. That's the bad vibe taking over...


And, as the eyes fall upon you, and you start to wonder why did you just ask that, it comes.
"I'm fine, how about you?"
The voice goes on calmly, though not monotonous. It's almost... neutral.
"I'm fine too", you say. You think about what is really happening there. And even if there are so many things you'd like to ask, silence reigns. A part of you just does not want to bring more into the table, just leave it as it is.
And when you come back from these thoughts, you realize those eyes are still locked at you. Though not like predator, more like a child observing a curious event.
"So... what is this place?", you ask automatically, deeply hoping to deviate attention.
"Just somewhere calm, here we can observe the sky in almost its complete glory."
"Oh..."
"Do you like it?"
Coming to realize, it was a beautiful view from the start. There's barely anything that tops your height and that means its basically stars and the vast infinite  anywhere above the horizon line.
"I... I really do."
You both gaze upwards. Sometimes, you could almost swear you saw a shooting star. Looking up feels almost as if a giant hugged you tenderly.
"Can I ask another question?"
"Sure."
"Who are you?"
"I'm afraid that's not the right question."
"What do you mean, not the right question?"
"Oh, forgive my manners. I meant, the most correct would be 'What are you?', and that could become a bit more complex."
Complex... what's not that much complex in life anyway?
"But, WHAT are you?"

No Moonstar tonight

We are all rotting with hatred.
For long I have held this inside me, rotting because it seemed the best thing to do.
It's stupid.
I find it funny these things i hear she saying.
I must be really retarded for enduring this shit all these months. All these rules changing so fast, and I trying to catch, silly.
All this sex retarded mess, insane.
And you saying that soon you will feel the lack of caress and will find someone. Hahaha, screw you, what the fuck is your problem?
This is just insane. But it is over.
We'll be fine.


Embrace hatred.