I am not the only one! I see the sun at a par on the edge of the sky, slowly saying goodbye to the day it shone upon its light, taking a few more glimpse of the rose coloured sky just before it dips down in another hemisphere and from another horizon the moon is taking over the rosiness of the sky, making it easy to forget the sun, and just fall in love with the darkeness it brings along with it. Moon isn't very proud of it, but it can't come without it. It beholds its beauty in the color of the night. And only the deep dark nights can make its scars disappear. Everyone is jealous of moon, everyone, the trees, the sun, the wind, but sky, oh my, the way sky changes its color for the moon is the impeccable love one can ever long for, one can ever thrive for, one can ever lust for. From the pinkish roses to the dark black coloured cloud it becomes to just see the one mere look of the moon so it can finally sleep sound and let the sun take over him and paint it all blue. It never was the story of sun and moon, its the love of the sky which holds the two most paranoid stars under one blanket. Tell me I'm dreaming the smile on the sky's lips, and maybe also the blush on moon, but honey I am not the only one.