Abase

You know what I find really funny? Is that people find similarities between themselves and things like a lonely star or even the moon. I'm not making fun of them, I love those people. I love learning about what they found in common with something as far away and cold and... well, as simply bizarre as the moon.
 They think they can be friends with the moon, simply because the moon followed them home from late night parties that their parents made them go to when they were little. They looked out of the window with big sleepy eyes as the car sped down empty roads. They saw the moon dodging buildings and getting sliced by wires and then, safe and sound, continuing its chase after them. They rested their heads on their arms and waved quietly to their friendly, desperate stalker. Their temporary best friend.
 And they think, "the moon and I, we share secrets, and we talk until daylight cracks the night open like an egg. Until sunlight spills like egg yolk and hides the moon from me." and I wonder, how many secrets does that big, white balloon hold? Is the moon getting bigger all the time, as it fills up with secrets told in absolute secrecy by children, as they lie in bed, in dark rooms, staring out of the window, waiting restlessly for Sleep to pull them into her arms? Does it hold all the words that translate broken hearts and helpless, shattered souls? Are those smiles and joined hands that throw up grateful glances at the sky bloating the moon?
 I don't know. I find it funny that they forget that there are over seven billion people looking up at the same moon. I find it funny that we're all the same. We're allexactly the same, and yet, we find similarities only with the moon.
 What absolute nonsense this world is