silent. damned. strange.: Upon a mountain, tucked in clouds, We sit and watch the sky. The...

grittytrick:

Upon a mountain, tucked in clouds,

We sit and watch the sky.

The Starry night of Van Gogh’s dream,

A Death Star sitting high.

To view the endless blackened sea,

Lit up with speeding cars.

And question all the lightning bugs,

We trapt in magic jars.

So pick me up, we’ll fly away,

And…