I have this habit of talking to the moon. Everyday when i sneak out to smoke then i'll make wishes. Then i'll take pictures of it. Yesterday i made a random cheeky wish. My wish came through right away. It happened so fast. It happened in a very wrong way though. Then again it happened in a bad way as well. Somehow i'm glad it happened to me and not anyone else. Very weirdly ironic. Now it makes me think has the moon been making my wishes comes through all these while? It's nice when you are broken and you have something to believe in. Rationally or irrationally.