We Are up Early Again Honey Bug

Running, an open field

With nothing but a black sky out in front of you

Big enough to swallow you

Big enough to make you feel as if your significance might not mean something

I wish the Big Dipper would come down and scoop me up

I want to float, be cradled by the universe

Because I know you can't always have a person hold your hand

Even if you are scared

Because there are some things you just have to do

And nobody can hold your hand

And there's something in the back of my head telling me everything is going to be just fine

When looking at the stars, they practically spell out, "It's okay"

From the tips of your fingernails, to the heels of your feet

You are made of star stuff, cosmic lattes, you matter

I used to have a nightmare as a kid

I was surrounded by darkness and then all of a sudden every object, person, feeling, everything that ever existed in my life, collided in on itself

A giant mass of a mess, a giant mess of a mess

Okay, again

A giant mass of a mess, floating right in front of me

My stomach hurts, bring me a butterfly net

Please catch whatever is inside of me, put it in a jar, put it away, it's okay

It's okay

And that's it