She woke from her dream
and looked around her
and looked around her
This universe looked obscure
yet beautiful
yet beautiful
Tip toed bare feet and naked
on the sand
on the sand
Came in front of an ocean clear
and stared down at the waters
and stared down at the waters
She saw her eyes and a full moon with the rabbit
staring back at her
staring back at her
'We all exist together yet so alone and apart"
she thought to herself.
she thought to herself.
She knew she could never touch the moon or dance in her craters
or play with the rabbit
or play with the rabbit
She waited for those full moon nights where
it all felt so real
it all felt so real
They were a family to her
that did not always need to see each other
that did not always need to see each other
The moon her lover and the rabbit their child
and the stars their friends
and the stars their friends
And then she went back to the womb
that she hid in.
that she hid in.
The universe moved on while she wept
Everything changed while she slept
Everything changed while she slept
She woke from her dream
and looked around her
and looked around her
This universe looked obscure
yet beautiful
yet beautiful
Tip toed bare feet and naked
on the sand
on the sand
Came in front of an ocean clear
and stared down at the waters
and stared down at the waters
She saw the nothingness
staring back at her
staring back at her
Craving the sight of her lover
she wondered what was real
she wondered what was real
Or if transience was reality
and the only thing constant
and the only thing constant
Half awake and half asleep
she stood on the line
she stood on the line
Laughing and weeping
she knew she has mad
she knew she has mad
The kind of mad that came at the cost
of living in contradictions
of living in contradictions
The kind of mad that her lover,the moon
drove her to be
drove her to be
The kind of mad where she created
and wove her own reality
and wove her own reality
The kind of mad where she knew
being alone was the only way
being alone was the only way
The kind of mad that would teach the world
on this type of love
on this type of love
The kind of mad that would kill her
to make her alive
to make her alive
~ Ray
nomoredeath ps
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