missing moon.

it ended late.

partners gathered pace on themselves. i strolled. i did not understand.

"am i intoxicating myself tonight? definitely."

no more asking, no more begging.

as i walk the 20, i strolled. it was dark. it was quiet. i found a glimpse of happiness in the thick-dark-loneliness.

i looked at the shelves with lots of local choices. i've never seen such before.

i hate decision making. especially with the one filled with choices. it tortures my smoked brain cells.

i grabbed the proven taste and moved on to the frozen. chose, paid and left.

on the way back, opened up and lit up each.

"aaaahhhh~" i took a deep of each.

i looked up.

"man, where's the moon?" sighed me.