and so it is.

[mybluestars]

so stupidly drifting over highways and backyards
finding the pocket of the time space continuum
where the music hits wrong on your ears
& the light bends ever so slightly with each passing storm
never knowing what's beyond the reach of the headlights & hoping
you'll look this way almost as much as hoping you won't.
i could always wonder who notices the way i cut my eyes
who knows why i believe in christmas lights.
anxiously awaiting
realizing the beauty & understanding
in milk & spaghetti
finding solace in bedsheets & waiting on god to call me up on my phone.
overlooking the canopy & seeing the stars

i'm sitting & i'm being content.
needing a long conversation to hold me over through the night
but knowing that silence won't warm me up.
keep it real.