origin of surfing cow

sky full of shooting stars i waited for whole month
and yet my eyes are only on you - you're the lamp and I'm a moth
can't not fly your dirrection anytime your eyes shine in dark
don't think that it's romantic, i liked you like a friend
but in a meaning of friend
where i would do anything for you
without that kind of love they picture in media
more in way how ghost speak do medium:
i had no one else to talk to, they wouldn't understand,
you became my door to life,
thanks to you i could saw glimpses of stars
but where I saw stars you saw whole constellations
with their stories made up in your head
that argument was so pointless
because there would be no constellation without stars.
maybe I stayed a moth, but your lightbulb is broken
you stepped on it and ignored the shards.
they still reflected star's shine,
but what is reflection only visible from specific side
to night sky full of stars?

7. so here I am, writing to imaginary friend

So here I am, going through photographies I remembered differently.
Almost like someone was missing - what a silly thought
and yet I felt that bigger picture misses a puzzle piece.

So here I am, writing poems to imaginary friend.
we haven't talked in years and yet I never said "this is their end"
I let you fade in memory
but you were always a part of my history.

So here I am, telling myself that some thing have changed,
I found people to speak to when world is shattering
made myself think that I don't need a childhood fantasy
of person I could tell about everything.

So here I am, at the end of day, I'm still the same, person from bones and flesh
while you're still just a memory of an idea.

So here I am, writing you again, trying to remember
how your face looked when I dreamt about our silly adventures.