When the sun went down it took our hopes with it
To play dress up behind the horizon and return to us in dreams we wake up trying to remember so we can tell our friends and no matter how far into the dictionary we have read we just don’t have words for the way it felt

Instead our dreams sound silly outside of sleep and no matter how many times we find that out we will always try again to tell a friend exactly how amazing it was

It’s a lot like being in love, everyone has felt it, and everyone has tried to tell their friend exactly how amazing it was, trying to put words to a dream where our very spirit broke free from our body and rippled with every color under the sun while burning both painlessly and painfully

It all sounds so silly when we hear it in words, when we see it falling short, like a counterfeit dollar printed on the sidewalk its missing the real value that it had in our minds and in our hearts where it sits just out of reach of all our fancy words and articulation

I wouldn’t have it any other way. If the feeling of about to be bursting at the seams coming so close to nailing exactly what I had felt or seen no longer existed because it was easy, then I don’t think I’d feel anything worthwhile at all. There would be anger at the fools on the road who think I should understand they have very important things to do, so driving like a prick is ok. There would be sadness for my sisters who cry with the worst of them, who have hearts as good as the best of them, and who hurt, hurt, hurt.