Last night I stayed up until 5 AM talking to the moon. It didn’t reply, but that’s okay, because I know it’s listening. The moon’s always been there, you know? Unlike people. People leave. The moon stays. It’s watching me, but I’m also watching it, so who’s REALLY in control? Did I mention I haven’t slept in 3 days? Sleep is just practice for death, and I’m not ready to face it just yet. Not until I figure out who’s behind all this.