The sky blended in with the rooftops. There were barely any stars and a dimmed slender moon. I was walking: I dont know where my destination was, or why I was going there. I guess it was just for the sake of walking. Though, I dont think that was enough because I started running. Not just running, sprinting. It was hard to breathe when I was ran so fast. Each breath seemed quick and sharp. Why am I running? I couldnt seem to stop. I wanted to but couldnt.
Cold sweat ran down my forehead. I seemed to run out of thoughts, so I just ran, making sure to keep breathing. How long have I been running?
I am the moon hiding the sun.
Though you may try
You can't outrun the willows in the sky.
Or the ocean floating by.
I don't belong but rare occasions
And my intentions are masked
with the face of holes.
Each leading to a different place.
Having its way and dumping you back.
And now I only have my thoughts.
I wished you were there today.
I have no worries with you.
You're connection:
My moonshine.
Muted and muffled cars.
Passing on the interstate.
I need to get home.
To where you are.
And floating in a river of rum.
The rain brings out every thought.
Illuminates it and magnifies it.
It gives me the perfect light every photographer lives for.
Though It's hard to play out my words in the right order,
In my mind they are a step away from perfect.