insomnia is its own kind of madness for when the world lies dead quiet and your logic cannot sleep you start to wonder what starlight would taste like if you drank it from the moon
pallid skies and crystal blue eyes i have never seen a world so blue and it is all in your eyes you speak words of flowers and any kind of beauty in the form of melodies even though your intention is not as pure as it seems to be stars exploded in my body and it felt like i was whole for another moment for butterflies are an understatement as they are ephemeral beings as i wish and wish and hope that it will las- ah, there you are she just fell for you i feel nothing the stars exploded but it hurt like it never did and the butterflies are dead and i wonder if i am too