So here it is tonight in all its splendor, the last moon I count for you. The 13th moon. You’re in the past now. I’m here again, little me, Vienna, what a loop. 13 moons that make one year, from this holiday (Succoth) eve last year to this one, tonight (we had a pregnant year this year, mystically enabling me this symbolic closure in perfect timing. I’m rethinking my cynical atheism).
I could have gone to that bar to check if you’re there, play with my emotions, check myself more, but I wanted more to have a hot bath, and to write your end. Tonight when I lay down to sleep the 13th moon will rise above me, in a perfect view from the window just above my bed, a circular lunar story of my emotional year of solitude, pain and truth. what a turn was made, how amazing, only I know.
Now is the beginning of the new year.

Love