The cow jumped over the moon - he missed.
The cow jumped over the moon - he aimed too high.
It's night. There's a guy with his hands in his pockets, a hood over his face.
All he knows is the unknown.
He reaches up to the sky, grasping only a piece of the darkness.
He reaches up to the sky, grasping only a piece of the darkness.
Stars twinkling.
Crickets chirping.
There's a bar. They're all drunk, drinking their lives away because 'they aimed too high'.
Black & white
black & white, the moon holds the world in a trance. It's rays slice through the night sky, and those still awake drink it up like moonshine. . .
Hipsters drawing crescents on their wrists. Black & white,
black & white.
Wolves howling, black & white,
black & white.
The guy with his hands in his pockets is still walking to nowhere because someone told him he 'aimed too high' - 'he missed'.
Crickets chirping.
This is heavenly. Why havnt i seen your blog before now! *snaps*
ReplyDeleteSame here. This was amazing. Great job.
ReplyDelete"There's a bar. They're all drunk, drinking their lives away because 'they aimed too high'." I wanted to give a nice "Damn" to that line verbally. This is a great post.
ReplyDeleteTHIS! very good!
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