now sink into depths

of dried out caverns just to

flee the brutal sea 

you were just water
but maybe you could be a
spot of comfort, too.

I’d like to know stars

tearing, brilliant, bloody

far away as time

I’m young and sometimes
I feel like everything
Will last forever.

it wasn’t dark, but
it felt that way on the roof.
alone, but for sky

those different days

horribly lethargic, long.

panic, sewn in waists

remember the sea

its love affair with the shore

; sure demise below

(Source: hydrotoxicity)

neurons of yours fire
like Márquez; his chaotic
untiméd magic

he owns a book call’d
Travels. he only reads it
after it has rained.

would that I could be
alone and unharried and
just that which I am