It's not possible.
I'm,
Twinkling.
Liquid stars rush through my veins.
My skin is glittering.
My eyes are open.
Yet I am asleep.
I am sleeping
and dreaming.
Running past moments,
Fleeting.
The world has done a backflip.
Were there yings and yangs?
Were there blacks and whites?
No.
There were not.
He said he hated me,
I kissed him.
She said I was ugly,
I told her she was gorgeuos.
They booed me off stage,
I sang my heart out anyway.
There is no such thing as sadness
and badluck.
Or am I being too naive agian?
I close my eyes.
The world is bigger,
better.
You just have to feel it.