Crystal clear moonbeams float.. into the vaccum that is my heart. They write sparkling patterns inside its dusty chamber, and tiptoe around the lifeless vavles, like kittens on a field of fresh, milky snow. I close my eyes, and enjoy the feeling.. radiating through my body. I shiver as the clouds touch my skin. Cottony and fresh, They smell like a new bar of soap. They are cleansing..ridding my body... of the ugliness of this world. I swim through open sky, bumping... into stars... they are so bright. I squint in their radiance, and smile at their beauty. My lips quiver as I make my descent. Through the black sky, until I reach the spongy earth below. I soon realize it is over. My heavy eyelids close, and I dream... of cloud dancing and moonbeams, and touching the moon.. and saying hello... to the lucky man who sits in beauty each night among the clouds, far from the world below.
Reason for writing:
Acid trip??
Birth sign: Aries
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