Its the silver moonlight and the earth and the wind. Breezing by, crying to come in, through city roads, green street signs, detours. Its as far away from here as we can get tonight. Swallow the season and eat up the kisses from the moon. The season has changed, like everything else. But these friends of change have rhythm and rhyme and sometimes, you don't know where they're going.
Tonight I can see all the stars in the sky. City lights fool you into thinking they're just as promising and bright, but nothing will ever shine like how the stars did tonight. Lucky stars.
So my lucky star fragments will lie in the simplest things. In silly post-it notes, planner drawings, and prose. With lines about boxing bags, swings, and semi-forgotten drunken self confessions. In talking about senseless things, but finding its purpose. In talking of the ordinary and making it something else. In things that originally had no reason but have been filled with nostalgia. I guess I'll take it as it is, but for now...
Smiling, smiling, smiling till the day is done.
I can't stop smiling.
Just for tonight.
I'll start worrying about it tomorrow cause it could mean something else or even nothing.