cue the smashing pumpkins

tonight there is moon, so bright it's painful to look upon, and my old friend's voice and laugher in my ears. there is silence, too, and all the matter that fits into spaces, and the spaces between spaces, and space itself. tonight my own laugh answered my friend's, and i looked into the sky. tonight the world seems better than it was, even a few hours ago. i am better, at least for now.