moonshine.

night is something different,

where it feels like tendrils of sense escape me for the experience,

searching to touch what's making me tense,

the things that so easily make my heart wrench,

even unwillingly i open to the void,

it's something i can't help,

whether it's beneficial or not,

to be honest i can't tell.

Cudi by my side,

he somehow gets right in my mind,

it was his idea that sparked this night,

his linguistic illustration defining what i've known for years,

but couldn't bear to write.

the man on the moon's lookin down on you,

hoping to see his shine glint in your eye,

each blink agonizing departure.

but you look away.

you have others look to distract me 'til day,

yet somehow i still hope,

be that as it may.

i know it'll never be my way,

i wish i didn't think of you each day.

yet here i am,

and there you go.