One foot after the other.
Don’t speak, fly.
Feel the beat of your love.
The open deserted air of the black night sky,
As the stars whisper to your soul.
Faded memories capturing moments of bliss, burnt onto your being,
Entwined into your beautifully chaotic mind.
Pulling you into the hysteria, screaming peacefully, floating frantically,
To a clouded sense of naïve reality.
Into dust all black every day.