in the glorious moonlight

Here we are hand in hand walking down the street

Everyones stops to stare

But our eyes do not meet theirs

And here we are

Not caring who sees us

As we walk joyfully

In eachothers company

Cuz everyday we see them

And their stares

We see their judgment

But we don’t care

Cos every day

And every night

It doesn’t matter

Who cares

If we see something

That the others can’t

So here we are hand in hand

Walking side by side

In glorious

In the glorious

moonlight

My Psychotic Scene from 8 this morning.

He stood facing the ocean on a cliff. His hair black, falling to his jaw. He looked at me with piercing blue eyes, which seemingly glowed. He gave me a crooked smile with full lips. The cold salty air blew his hair out of his face for a moment. He wore a gray and green striped hoodie with jeans. His crooked smile stayed in my mind, as well as the salty air and the clouds above. At around nine at night, i found out who he looked like and can't look at the picture i drew of the scene.