You shout "Space!", you notice
A flickering light just behind
Your head and permit the
Fireflies to show themselves
To us, for the first time, you
Persist it's a helicopter, though
I want to believe it is a star,
Shining brighter than all the
Others, flickering so slightly
Like myself, we walk and I
Try to enjoy myself, the chill
Of the spring evening and the
Beauty of our world, the white
Dandelions around us almost
Glowing in the dark, but I am
Trapped inside a world of my own
Creation, one to which you are
Not welcome, and so we are
Apart although we are together
My brain alternating between
Throwing off it's guards completely
In pure exhaustion and letting
Myself immerse in the pain or
Staying strong and being
Constantly disconnected from
My surroundings.  I just wish
It weren't so beautiful tonight.