A need for social interaction
Can be solved by a simple action
and a minor transaction.
The sun rises as friends and family
become more than a fantasization of the nightly dramatizations.

The sun’s rays begin to be covered by moons darkest shadow.
As I get closer to the people I hold so dear,
the eclipse grows stronger and the image of my reality grows dimmer

The small glimmer of a shooting star is all I need to progress my social endeavour,
but my stomach begins to simmer.
I feel as if today I might get thinner

In the shadow of the moon I am met with a lady, a pill, and a bill.
I follow the orders of the lady and I feel the warmth of the Son once more. The Moon’s shadow is casted away from a single digestion,
as if a sacrifice was made to a higher being to cast away the shadows on a Sunday

My social life is based off a refill
And if I spill,
all I can do is close my eyes
and shut the blinds.
For away from the light is where I find the most comfort.

My brightness dies around the brightest
ones in my sky. My constant fight is the one
against the darkness between the stars.