At the beach, sitting in the sand, talking to myself.

Salt water encased in glossy eyes. begging for blue drowning in air. everything before me flies yet I don’t really seem to care. Apathy flood, peace in disguise forbidden waters I have entered The stillness is a mimicked birth And I surrender at its center. Weightless I am cradled by ocean arms, a dissolving human…

No Feels

Feel no way.. Feel no way.. Lately I’m only painting grey. A washed out hue, of baby blue, A drunken shade of pink. Two dozen roses in the garden And they aren’t even red. The hell with the color of a flower, the petals still end up on your bed. I’m filling myself with a…