Pattering rain like the stars are crying; seeing us lost:
It's the kind of night when you inhale frost.
I'm lost.
Steps through the grass, sharp like glass,
A trail of lost love and laughing gas.
Smashed bottles & makeup mirrors, Laughing dolls and trippy dealers-
Ah, this trail brings back memories...
Brings back memories...
Brings back pain.
****** paws leaving moist red splotches in the rain.
Sun peeks a few rays over the trees,
First the blues, then the pinks and lavenders, then the white.
The blinding white of rainy clouds.
stripped of our sheet of night.
The stars fall asleep
I'm at peace...
Or so they say.
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Walks at night can be as inspiring as laying in bed looking at glowing green star-stickers.