Crashing waves hit the open ocean floor craving more attention from the moon. The moon searched every where empty hearted trying to find the perfect roar of insainty beyond the wide abyss. But the moon didn't look in the right places of the ocean. Every night the moon would look and look but never could find what it was looking for. Every natural aspect of life watched the moon. They watched as if something more was to happen. Maybe one day it'll notice your helpless self. Loudly screaming for imperfect attention. Why was the moon so perfect you ask? Because of it's imperfections and beautifully sculpted flaws. The moon never loves, and never will; it's lust the moon seeks.