where will all my stars go to when i'm completely hollowed out? there are no known receivers. tonight is like watching thunderstorms from behind protective glass.

red, blue, green: large round lanterns, some cylindrical shaped with confetti in them.

this place doesn't feel like home anymore. and like small children we poke and prod at each other in hopes for a reaction.

when the music matches the sun setting over the flat horizon and behind all the dead and dying corn, being alone never felt so great.

there was messed up hair and disheveled bodies filled with smoke and rock. a shower in 5 minutes washed that all away.

so i was lost in a parking lot for an hour, and there was so much fire. we are all too hot for ourselves sometimes, but it only comes at the coldest moments.

this was never all for me.