The orange glow of forgotten streetlights

filters through the blackness,
through an open window.
Jade green moth wings,
floating on the spring storm breeze
at midnight,
whispering around my eyelids,
singing me to sleep;;
singing me a Lullabye
about how I'll be somebody
in the morning.

There are those times,

sitting awash in the sun's shimmer, where you can't hide from yourself. When you're listening to the right song and thinking of the right moment, and it's like your heart attacks you. You feel everything you could possibly feel, and the complexities and contradiction in the emotions are enough to make you scared of yourself. You are suddenly so alone, yet you've never felt more a part of something.

This does happen to other people, right?