Because it takes too much to be yourself

[itsinuse]

My clouds; my friends,
the sky; my being.
the stars burn high,
thriving through the night.
The moon; my subconscious mind,
sheds the guiding light.
shadows dance in groups
at intersections under streetlights.
Far from the sirens and traffic noise,
the insects harmonize with the trees.
And at the darkest hours of night,
silence sweeps away the sins
of what will soon be yesterday.