i am drunk from last night's slumber,
unable to evade the world's iridescence.
stumbling...
clumsy.
unready for the tradgedy that is daily life.

haze burning off to remember clarity's face,
though even dreams confine
the destiny i wish to pave.

was it best to navigate jagged waters?
it appears the ship is still sinking.

your feelings lie in ink,
inside the pages of an old book...
they are shattered into dust--
scattered.

dropped from a distance,
honest.


[i know this to be true... or do i?]

NB @ 10:23 AM

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