Blue flash, your name in bold black
I’m drawn back
Back to where what I’ve got doesn’t seem enough
Where butterflies rush to the open skies
Where freedom explodes on their coloured wings
For what seems like eternity lifted on white noise
A contradiction of oblivion and intensity
Paused time unaware of anything
Submersed in focused feelings aware of everything
Aware of the rush of heat steam rolling through my body
Prickly heady sensations of arrogant adrenaline
Taking out my feet from under me and my head from any responsibility
But still I smile
My favourite notification drives me wild

She was the moon to me
Apart of the Daily routine
A thing of beauty
Wears the cratored scars of her past and puts them on display
But does it with the grace that's usually described with a floor length silk dress
She had her phases
Most noted and complimented was when she was full
But my favorite when she was waning crescent ready to be new
She was the moon to me
Something I couldn't keep
And something I couldn't keep my eyes off of