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.