Thursday, June 26, 2014
I thought it was the moonlight,
but, oh, just the street lamp shining at its brightest through a stranger's bedroom window.
I thought it was the growl of a starship waiting for me outside
in the slow motion night life.
Just the noisy decay of urban life.
How insight never aligns.
I thought you were the moonlight.
by Merrique from Dhatura