Flying Close to The Moon

12:48, on a friday night
My insides glowing colder than the light
I tell myself I already knew
But knowing doesn’t make it hurt less, too
Just another day like it’s nothing new...

Like silence is a language I’m fluent in now
I stay to myself, a protection vow
I sit with the echo of who I am now



I wanted one small thing
Not the world, not a crown
Just to hear my name


But the sky still shows up
it was made for me
Moon hangs heavy
Doing what it knows
Lights up my night

The stars fall through

I’m still here
Flying close to the moon


Saturday waiting on the edge of me
Trying not to hope like it’s a crime to breathe
I stay quiet, I go to work
Tried to stay home, but one day was enough

I am my own light
I don’t disappear
I just step inside
Close the door on why

If I seem distant,
I don’t mean to be
I’m the only one
who really knows me

Flying through the cosmos
Trying to define what I see

But I say it to myself
And it’s a sweeter sound

’Cause the sky still shows up
And colors me known
Stars fall fast
Then they’re gone, no notes

One- three supermoon
Peak shooting stars
Flying closer
Closer to the sun

Wolf moon watching
No judgment in her eyes
Meteors burn once

This isn’t lonely
It’s what I do best
I find my own happy
And forget all the rest


So the sky still shows up
Every time I breathe
I don’t need permission
To exist, to just be

If I’m known, then I’m known true
If I’m forgotten, that’s okay too

Tonight I’m held
By the moon and the sun


I wanted one small thing
Not the world, not a crown
Just to hear my name