at the end of the day all we have is who we are

A whisper coats the inner curving of my ear drum; soft spoken freckles glisten in the moons light. Pretty little noises play across the grass in the bliss night. Sparkles of stars paint the sky. A dark dreamy breeze captures my golden locks. Strawberries engulf my taste buds with the sweet serenity of midnights blossom. Astral projecting over my current self reflecting on the sounds of crickets and mosquitos humming past my entrapped glance. The state of daydreaming veneer the night sky. Lying beneath the universe becoming one with its galaxy. Moments moving with the planets rotation. Caramel shadows wrap my sky blue eyes with the crescent lunar. Trickles of honey drown the linings of hungered lips fed with the nights awakening. Glass framed shadows creep along the shattered pavement. Rose thorns like vultures swoop towards my skin opening the wounds left hidden by past experiences. The light seeping through as in a few hours day will be present again. All souls back to their cases bodying the new dawn. I sit holding the emotionless bruised body with the spine beneath its core. Trapped by the promise of tomorrow, awaiting the suns bloom. I aim to be one with this universe someday as though it owes me something. But I am the universe.