Till the morning rises, I cannot forget why I let the night come in. I will never understand why I keep stars close and shun the moon away. As moonbeams cast lines of white through my bedroom window, I open the screen, longing to jump into the careless nature of shadows covering what used to be bright. I see things in different motions, in different magics. Sleeping in silence only when the earth is too quiet for sunlight. Maybe these things make sense, maybe not. Perhaps I’m just imagining a world more likeable than my own. For the life of me, I refuse to see through different eyes, those that keep close to reality. Its so easy for me to drift off in dreams about keeping hidden, impossible to be seen, so that I may slip away until time pulls me under. Disappearing into the night, I forget what its like to live and remember what its like to be alive, as I breathe in what was meant to be water yet belongs to me as oxygen