God,
walking, and walking,
take a place to sit and just admiring the midnight sky
staring at the full white moon
and smiling,
and crying,
because for the first time
(in a long time)--I'm
happy
not because of a her, or he,
or anything I should (but didn't) be
(and somehow I managed to live
1,000 lives--overnight)
And you should see the sun when he wakes up
(because you've waited all night, walking,
and walking)

somewhere,--yes, I do believe--
I found
me.

You can keep your ecstasy,
I've found a better way.

>>and tomorrow I'm jumping out
of a plane
     (not without a parachute,
                    of course)