If i could sleep forever,
you just know i would.
Slip into that cradle sublime and
let it rock me like a helpless child.
That's all i really am.
If you must know.
The sun relfects in grassy eyes,
but there's so much shade.
They never really grow.
The bottles catch what's left of those moments.
And store them away in the glassy graves they coach.
So much left yet to swallow.
So much time evaporating into.
Parsing your life in stages.
Awake.
Drunk.
Alone.
Goodbye. Hello. Hello.
The tide lowers on that satiny farce of an ocean.
And you lay back.
Lay down.
Float.
Let the current take me where it chooses.
Let the current of my addictions decide
how much farther i will drift.
I don't want to get back home.
As if such a place ever did exist.
I just want to drift as far as i can away from land.
Lose myself in that deepest of grips.