i am sunk with thought.
all of "nothing inparticulars"
wanting to be deep, but not knowing even how to stay afloat.
desparate attempts are executed between the notes.
i can take this lying down, chin up, eyes forward.
salty ships form at the corners of my lids,
where love and hate meet.
altercating currents send that ship sailing down uncharted territory,
all still seeming familar. the ship is sunk as it descends,
plunging into my ear. crashing likes kisses stemming
from adolescent hormonal mistakes.
tears come streaming down my face in all directions
much like a search party for shipwrecked survivors.
yet i still cant be found....let alone be saved.
the tides will change however, and all will be washed ashore.
dont wait for the water to run dry.
momentary relapse, but i can still see the lighthouse in the fog.
anchors away my friends.
and sail by the stars...
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