She was the bird I picked up from falling down
The insignificance is felt in the light of the blue moon
Alone--feeling lonely--while someone else's heart beats to your rhythm universally connected but galaxies away...able to fuse together but the moons take hold and you get swallowed by ego and excess empathy by the shooting stars' flame.
Because once you're steady you crave that bump in the road that shoots adrenaline and excitement through your veins to feel alive again.
All I am and once was made you
Do we fit together perfectly?
