If I lie to the stars, To wrap up the shit that I've been dealing with, And to cover it in smile printed paper, Then I knew that in the sorrow of everything, no one can hear you.
And if I cry in the ruins of a sand castle, bury me and remain in the flare of the sun. Until the night wears on howls of the tiki bars, absent in the mind,dull in the body, tired state of the fingertips sketching the moon with round Ray Bans, shadowing the hues of its whitened width.
As I tie my legs to light bulbs, loosening my eyes, breathing down from above, hanging from the ceiling, separating every fragment of my body until something touches ground, and someone comes around, to feel the light of warm life.
