Salted, sticky
plucked...
This is the time
to say goodbye to sobriety...
Thus,
whispered an hourglass in my ears...
It is not a place I dream about,
Never had any desire to go...
I’ve grown tired of your memory
the way it finds me...
Wind howling outside
I pull my bedclothes closer...
Snapped awake.
Don't know where I am...
I said the life is not for everyone!
And in time it wouldn't be for me...
Bankrupt eyes are
fixated heavenward...
Here I lay
Wide awake...
Do you remember imagining the sand upon the shore?
Waves that kiss everything while always wanting...
The children’s section, when I was a child
served my sister as a babysitter for me...