simon & garfunkel

I suppose its old ageor the lack of silver spoons vacating my imaginary savings account, but I've spent more nights in, than out a struggle as i repeatedly avoid the sunlight. Love affairs with moonlit thoughts and I've gone off wandering again; like clockwork.

This is where I choose a fictional setting and new roads to short stories I can fall asleep to, for the time being. Because, I don't know if I can stand one more moment obsessing over your shadow. I've experienced more sleepless nights in your honor. Slow hand clapping your encore noted exit Wondering if our secrets and moments cherished have made it to a new lover to perish within; or call home, even.

I think I'll fill my head with starry night type of, get-you-throughs instead. Staring contests with ceilings and a moonlit dance with a boy I had fallen in love with; record player stopping long before we had and, passionate conversation between two love crazed lips, always making for good background music.

I think I'm on to something. I have to be.