I hold this jar of fireflies
Under the moon
Stars
And wind
They float inside and wait
Sweeping across dewey grass
I count them
One by one
On and off they flicker, see?
Twilight I set them free
Don't they look so lovely?

i'm telling you.
the clouds were meant for the ground.
but they hung themselves.

Sometimes
I want drugs
But I like you better sober

"The sun loved the moon so much that he died every night to let her breathe"
-Spirit Science