One night outside of
Ottawa in a swamp
Every fullmoon
The ghost with the red
Balloon appears
That of a girl
Some say that the red
Balloon meant that she was a child
Or had child like innocence.

From be young the
Moon
There is a word made of geodes and crystals
And above the the sharp
Crystals float
Alien jelly fish
Maybe I am dreaming.

In deep space
A pill capsule
Incasing a diamond
Pulls part
Reveaveling the diamond
As if a star was
Going  supernova
Again in deep space.

I am
Not afraid
I shall follow him through fire
I shall follow him through water
I shall die for him
Love him
For he is my father
You only get one of those.

As the fullmoon comes
Out of the cloud
Ever so eerily
While most people are asleep
Two lovers have
A midnight
Picnick on the beach
To view the moon
In all its glory
As they kiss.

As my plane lands at
YOW
I find my home town
Air everything pink and purple
Just perfect pink
Just perfect purple
Ottawa has gone vaporwave

The sky
Is cotton candy
The forest dark
And pitch black
As as the sun sets
The clearing
Gets pixelized
Turning
A simple camping trip
Into a vaporwave adventure

Taking a flashlight
To the starry
Milky-way
I wonder if
He is doing the same looking for me
As i am him.

Look
A vaporwave sky
As we all hangout
At the beach for
A barbeque
All the pinks, blues, and purples
White a sight.

As the sun sets
I watch from across the river the airplanes
Land
And take
Off
At the airport