7 am. yale town vancouver. skyrise.

where i woke up, on the couch

here in the sky

hoping, i guess, to clear the mind.

hmm. not a possibility, for i am alive.

so this is it, this is me.

here in the sky

ok, so i will admit, i drank whiskey last night

today i am softer for it.

in the clouds

softer and softer.

why i became hard.

because, i suppose, i was turned

on

and off

and on

off.

softer yet.

fighting for purpose in the natural cause

that is animal, almost human.

being here, doing this, that is only human.

creatures created by a creator for creating creation

creationists.

tell me, teach me.

refuse, that's how i learn.

this is not for you, not for you, not for you. its for me.

this is mine.

this is the perfect line that is life.

tell me you understand and i will call you a liar.

help yourself, i'm helping mine.

the morning glory creeps out of the once hard ground, towards the sun towards the sea.

here comes the tide.

here, i go.