As a 90s baby who was raised on an extensive discography of 60s-80s music, there are so many bands that I'd kill to see live that I'll never get a chance to.
But now I can say that I've seen Electric Light Orchestra in concert during their Farewell Over and Out Tour. It was AMAZING and my heart is so happy 💜💜💜💜
i stand underneath the moon’s watchful gaze
in a night that feels too much like ink.
it fills my lungs with shaky breaths yet
slips
and i am left bereft
longing for something i can have.
something i can hold.
i think if i reach out
through the threshold of my window, through this pitch-black emptiness
—not quite styx nor lethe, existence nor oblivion, this something-nothing defined by absence—
if i reach far enough, my outstretched hands will catch on moonlight
spidersilk unspooling at a gentle, desperate touch.
if i tried, if i could
i would have something real.
something that doesn’t crumble in my
carelessness, something kind and steady and tangible.
something to hold
and be held by.
yet i stand still.
do nothing but sing into the quiet night
a skylark’s song of longing or sorrow
and hope the moon will hear
—but know she cannot soothe my worries
and i will have to make peace with the light
that is supposed to (but does not, cannot) shine within
myself.
i stand underneath the moon’s watchful gaze
clutching my chest to keep my shadows from spilling out into the nothing-night
once again defined by inability or inaction.