The Starry Night

The Starry Night

A Poem by Half-alive astronaut

I’m walking on the streets.

My shoes are writing my name

on the surface of the road.


This planet is dead,

or at least it has a deathly pallor.


You can hear the traffic lights beeping,

but it’s only me who can hear

the music.


This world is deaf,

but I’m dancing on the streets

and getting drunk by breathing

the night air.


Orange light in my lungs.

I used to shine in the dark

but now I’m suffocating under the starry sky

and drowning in my loneliness.

© 2017 Half-alive astronaut


Author's Note

Half-alive astronaut
ignore grammar problems

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Added on August 16, 2017
Last Updated on August 16, 2017
Tags: night, loneliness, euphoria