Nightmare Moone

People tell me that I easily get passionate about many things. That, and I lose interest very easily.

I'd like to think I'm a poet and a good one at that. That my words would have a profound effect on people and they would question why men have nipples; only to shatter their belief in the divine.

I like to look at the sky in the morning and imagine non-existent gods shaping clouds into deformed genitals, silhouettes of dead writers, and signs of danger our ancestors once feared.

At night, I like to look at the sky to ponder my insignificance and make a wish on a star that died before the birth of man. I sometimes search for the man on the moon but his face eludes me every time.

I'm always plagued by the thoughts of life and as much as I want to calm down, I know that I am alive and will not do so.

Such is my restless fate.