Be good to yourself!
So says the neon sign
Hanging above the pizza shop.
For some reason it means
Something
To me.
I'm not sure what,
Or why.
But it is to me what the green light was to gatsby.
Or sweaters were to Cosby.
I loved that sign
Even after it switched off for the last time.

My thoughts are silent.
But the music is frantic, and fast 
My legs jitter wildly.
Up,down,up,down,up,down. 
They won't stop.
However I'm perfectly calm, and the room is absolutely silent.
Except for whispers that pierce the silence. 
So quiet, but so loud.
The room is silent no more.
A loud dull sound is emitted while someone sharpens their pencil.
High Pitched laughs erupt.
Backpacks are clanged,
and lunch bags are crinkled in the most unholy of ways.
The silence is gone, and so is my peace.

With stars in my eyes, I dream
I'm in love with ideas
Too insane just to settle 
I go forward with my dreams, because it's better than going back.
I reach for the stars in my eyes and I never stop. 
To fail would be to crumble and I'm not ready to crumble yet

I'll hold your hand
As we soar through the sky 
Not sure where we are going 
But not a care in our minds
Because I'm with you
And you're with me
And we are together
Just like it should be.
I'll start to point out a star, 
But you won't let go of my hand
And I forget about the star 
And so do you
We kiss.
And the stars watch, and point at us
Jealous of what we have,
They turn the tables for the first time and gaze at us. 
Because what we have is special.

Sometimes a miraculous thing happens.

The body ages,
And the skin crinkles like an old plastic bag.
And even though the body fades, the soul still fights on.
And the soul comes through the eyes.
And the most crinkled, faded old people will have the deepest eyes. Sometimes deeper than any others. Their soul comes through their eyes and draws everything in.
They glow with a brilliance earned over many years,
And even though the body withers, the eyes stay bright.

It is one of those perfect, beautiful, cold nights. One of those nights where the music is loud but gentle, and oh so good  to you.

The brisk air fills your heat with hope and sparks the need for adventure.

It is one is those nights that you're by yourself but feel not a bit of loneliness.

It is one of those nights that you frantically, hopelessly pray will never end.  

But it's one of those nights that does end, but unlike the others it never leaves.

It's one of those nights that stays with you forever.

I looked into the mirror,
It's image as clear as the air.
So flawless and crisp it seemed as though there was nothing there.

So I reached out,
Hoping for something unique.
And then my hand touched a hand,
Not the glass like you would think.

In that the moment I realized,
It was nothing but air.
The only thing stopping my hand was a hand.
But who would care.

I could tell many.
I could tell few.
It could go down in history.
Or I could end up just blue.

But it was another dimension!
Oh how splendid it was!
That discovery I made,
Sent me into a buzz.