No, i am not a werewolf

The moon was breathtaking last night. Not because it was perfect nor it had something that has captured me. It glowed magnificently with light clouds passing underneath it.

I stared at it while laying under the shadow of the lamppost, avoiding the dull dimlight. It was an awesome feeling. I never knew gazing at the moon would change what I felt that night. That very night, when I expected something and got disappointed instead.

If only people start gazing at the night sky... They would've been different. Lazy nights wouldn't feel so empty.

You see what i mean?