this is the story of a girl.

The moon is amazing tonight. My bed is underneath my window. My fairy lights are off and I have a clear view of the beautiful, full, glowing moon. I often look at it. Wonder about it. Admire it. I wish tonight I could sit on a cloud far far up and see it closer while I listened to Jack Johnson on my iPod - he seems to make star gazing even more beautiful, I don’t know why.
I love the moon. It’s incredible to think that no matter where on this huge earth you live, we all see the same moon. At different hours and different stages, but it’s there, no matter where you live, glowing, for at least someone to admire.