nothing is anything

when I'm alone I mutter my musings to the world the things I keep hidden, the secrets unfurled when it's just me and the nature the moon and the stars it serves as loneliness' cure like a painkiller to a cut, muttering my secrets, eyes shut nothing feels too serious under the eyes of everything above. the moon may have watched me, but not with the judgement of others nighttime to me is door and key, eclipse of my facades under the stars because who do I act for when by myself? people will not bear witness to everything the stars kiss as I sit alone in the grass muttering everything I won't class the sins, the indulgences it's all words to the moon and the stars.