Sad moon.

 

The light dies with darkness.

But shadows also die.

Or so we want to believe.

In our little minds who like to take sides.

The eternal cosmos is wise though.

And it knows that in the morning some dreams die.

But some others just begin.

And when the night falls, some rejoice.

But some cry.

Death is the end.

But who can stop you from seeing it as a beginning?

What do you know of life my friend?

Your lovely promising life is what led you to death at the end.

Evil usually is concealed behind pretty dress.

Pain and suffering were always here.

Brought to you by those beautiful warm mornings you always loved.

Now that you're dying look at the moon.

Does it look sad?