the things that scare the most are the ones that are true

that night i sat out in the dark,
letting go of everything in my life.
nothing matters anymore-

i let the wind blow through my hair
buried my body in the grass and let my mind wander
lit a few up and tried to imagine my life any other way
--it seemed so much easier

eventually lost myself in the bottles
drunkenly stumbling over words and phrases
[do these words mean anything to me]
i just wish i could hold my penicil just write
    to perfectly verbalize my thoughts

as the moon illuminated all i know and knew
my eyes eventually swelled up
it felt as if everything i was trying to get out,
flowed like a river from my eyes

nothing can make this all better,
  make these shattered pieces put back together
then as the sky turned the purple tone that lights up my eyes
the world seemed more real and clear, yet fuzzier than ever

deciding to lay there,
--idle in my ways
  i figured out my world
make some wishes on shooting starts
smoked and drank the reality of life and lies away

these rare occurences,
of beauty unparralled
    this makes my world what it utterly is
the reality of truth and passion
existing in my everyday fashion

it's sound like my life is just right in those ways
but it still lack perfection

but when the moon arises
and that wind blows through my hair
everything turns to peace
no more chimeras jumping out tonight dear
its only me, my soul,
  and the peace of everything.