now,i can feel why is the moon so tired. she travels a lot to gift her shine, which she squzzes from her own soul, gradually she becomes lean and pale, but the world remains unaware, in fact reality is too selfish to feel anything. she performs her duty day and night, from one sphere to another. she has no day or night to enjoy, nobody asks her whether she dreams or not, but i feel ,she dreams not for her own, even through her dream she performs the duty of a mother. she creates some dreams of reality in the subconscious mind,kept in the soft,warm womb of the earth. she drenches the infertile vagina by her soft moonly touches, she finally enters into that deep unknown black hole, which created the universe successfully. like a generous mother she reigns over me, making me aware what motherhood is.