stuck on the moon

stuck on the moon
by thursdays and rain
091209

and we are still stuck on the moon smoking mint-flavored candy cigarettes.. and we’re giggling like a couple of high school kids, addicted and experiencing a different kind of high.. who’d ever thought zero gravity is now within our reach? and we’re floating in circles but it feels more like flying with the stars.. and we hold hands so that we won’t get lost, staring at each other and feeling crazy but just a little bit because sanity and reason seem so far away.. but we miss the big blue sky with the fluffy white clouds so we start to cry because we are still stuck on the moon and when you’re stuck, time just seems to go on forever and it doesn’t stop.. because now we feel so alone without anyone else to talk to but each other and ourselves.. the moon doesn’t seem to smile, either.. not unlike back home where it grins like a Cheshire cat in the big blue sky with the fluffy white clouds.. and i don’t blame you for blaming me because going to the moon was my idea and i just took you along because it might feel lonely being stuck on the moon by myself.. and i wanted you to be with me and watch our hearts melt to the ground like ice cream soaked under the heat of the sun.. and so we close our eyes at the same time and hope that when we wake up, we can go back home in the steps at the front porch where we were hanging out and dreaming about going to the moon where there were candy cigarettes and giggling like high school kids.. and as we opened our eyes, the moon was still there hanging in the sky grinning down at us like it knew our secret and so we smiled back and waved goodbye..

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