I had lightning on my nails and a smile on my face.
Feeling the memories fly by me,
like walking through a fog.
Sitting in a hotel room, talking and laughing.
Tossing a ball back and forth with dangerous
disregard for windows and lamps.
It's always in those early hours.
When words flew through our lips like water,
secrets came and went with the minutes,
smiles stretched for days, and city sounds crept through our senses.
It's always in those early hours,
the truth looks different.
Clear and raw in moonlight,
and we all saw it.
Four souls on the brink of exhaustion,
held each other...together.
