i wrote it anyway, though it isn't very good (beats)

we started stung, ended strung out and high on the color of the sky and the shape of the sun and the promise of happiness and pink clouds for the rest of our lives. i wanted to laugh and scream, so i giggled and sang, ran in the sand, stood at the water's edge before wading in. i did not swim. i hummed a bit and cast awkward glances at my unexpecting audience and wandered back towards you, whispering goodbye to the sun as it slipped down the last golden rung i wish i could climb that ladder and then jump off and fly -

but i don't think i could handle it, i couldn't handle this, the definition of SUBLIME, too much excess energy and the knowledge of being alive ecstatic with the thought of having enough to survive.

how could you ever think it wasn't enough? i know life is tough, i know life is rough, i have been through the good and the bad and the ugly and the sad but it's all all right. because of that night.

because of that night.