To-nights Moon.

Dull plastic scraches on the back of thighs leaving light pink lines. The moon casting its shdows of greens and blues. Black pavement seemingly swallowed by the radiant white moon, and street lights and fireflys a dim glow of yellow as I lean back and swallow all of it that I can. Breathing in colour casting aside scales and numbers for none of it could mesuare this bliss. Delicate roses, falling in the in dissalving on spiritual tastebuds. The flavors of fresh honey dew and hits of srawberry, dirt and blood wraped in the leaves of some unknown herb, they all flow in on each breath. Falling back floating over the grass as i lay, bathing in this feeling. My body wavers with the grasss as each soft song ridded on the breze blows by. Laying in my kind of light. As the trees speak telling me of what is beyond them and not only that but what is within me. My soul swirling out in colours and mixing in with the meliody~of Moon Light.~