light it and look up.
it's dark, i see the stars.
i begin to see me hoping from star to star to find the deams that i have lost
i passed by the stipud ones, the ones that actually made sense. the ones i held on for the longest time
and the ones that true friends have inspirited. i'm starting to feel that my dreams aren't in arms reach like they use to be.
it's sad too that when i'm flying, that's when everything feels right. when i'm intoxicated my world is what i wanted to be. as soon as you come down from flying or can see clearly, all the problems that you thought were gone come back, and even stronger. but it's soothing for the time being...