Not tonight, I thought. I can't write tonight. But I'm going to. I don't have any thing to say. It's possible I've something to prove. Hell. It's likely.
And so it seems
the stars in my eyes
were glow in the dark stickers
they faded and peeled
and when I look up from my bed now
there's nothing to guide me home,
to navigate by as I sail away.
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