Public Diary

i feel like the moon resembles regret. The sun. the sun chooses to shine, or to hide behind clouds. The moon, is the regret that the sun holds inside. Every day. The moon reflects regret every night. Why do we regret our choices, if they were choices? We CHOOSE to do it. why do we regret it? why do we have to feel bad for the choices we didn't make or the opportunities we didn't take, if we were the ones who choose not to? Why does the sun shine so bright? Why isn't the moon always full? Why doesn't the sun have a dark side? or more like a sad side. Sometimes i want to write a book. About how every object is manipulated and taken for granted. Like, how would you react if you saw the sun crying? Not cool, right? I know. The moons always resembles the sad side of the stories. The sun is always shiny and bright. Tonight i didn't see the moon.