another night

I watch stars settle in the sky
and I forget to think at all

you've lost me

I could call it transcendence
but I'm not transcending anything

it is like dreaming
in black and white

(old dreams I've dreamt before)

it is like writing shitty poems
for other people

(that I know I'll never show)

that delusional obsession with time
reducing me to measured actions

so I admire stars
from a distance

and sometimes
on nights like these
I feel like crying
for what seems like no reason at all

and if you were to show up
I'd lie and tell you everything is fine
so that I wouldn't have to explain