places you aren't supposed to be, but beautiful nonetheless, it's a place that isn't all that enjoyable, because it's wrong, the that feeling goes away as it gets more comfortable, as the moon and the stars begin to work their magic, and wind rushes across the forehead, it's getting chilling, it's beautiful, the sky and sea looks like a blue screen, i'm a movie star, it's not really real, it's too good to be real, but i'm there i'm here, on the ocean blue, clouds above, dark sky but lit by a half moon, the clouds, grey, dark, but lighter, the shadows the light playing off cotton, the stars, brighter than the backyard, but not, it's all too good, to nice, too late