carpe.fucking.diem

moonlight.twilight
and a mixture of alcohol and sand.
we're lost in oblivion- present tense
with a matchstick bonfire. in our own eyes
we spell out immortality.

tracing the constellations in the sand.
screaming for freedom. we need this peace.
and the world doesn't understand
our motives.


breaking beer bottles on broken dreams
because under this sky. we're golden
and the stars speak silhouettes- the flames dance
and regrets are a thing of the past.
if just for tonight. we might.
live forever.

acoustic chords and prayers in the form of poetry
leaving lips like songs of photographs
and the moments that make life.
what we live for.

brothers in arms against tomorrow
and we scream -fuck the day.
we sieze the night and toast to us.


this saltwater in our eyes.
and life has never been more clear.

pissing under the stars.
this is the rest of our lives.
and everything means everything.
we're all something.
in this moment.

just. now.



we. are. god.