I saw 15 stars around the full moon some sparkling some fading the night’s tranquil. Let’s party at the center of Park mall stargazing; security guards were roving three of wands were drinking Gold Mojitos on a yoga mat taking pictures; stealing chances for a shot of tequila. The orange street lamps and the taxi stand all awaiting for tonight’s ending. It was a first time to hang out this way. They were f&%*ing wasted while I was writing. We shouted, we clapped hands, cried and blurted out our grievances at work; sometimes about you. You had so much going on in your head. They said to relax your brain and feel the pain. If the medicine were known, all must have been fair. Could we be more confrontational of our feelings next time?